Go to Onestoppoetry.com and link your poem to go with the brilliant photo prompt above, provided this week by Rob Hanson…go on…do it…
If I hold that dusty
bakelite cup close to my mouth
and murmur perfect words
into its black rim, my dead father,
his father, all their fathers before
would hear, would whisper forgotten wisdom
to smooth my uncertainties,
find perspective for my mistakes,
guide my faltering steps towards the future.
But which words are perfect?