Verse Portraits: imaginary garden

This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent, lapsing and resuming) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....

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Wednesday, 26 June 2019

My Late Adopted Brother

Bulky, deep-voiced, bushy-bearded,

smoker (both kinds)

acquainted with drink.

How could he be an angel?

Thus:
’deep down

a gentle, gentle soul’

(words of a mourner

on facebook); ‘the kindest,

sensitive, most creative …

deepest feelings’ (another);

his musical gift; and the way

he always had my back.

I like to think of him

pleasantly surprised

finding himself there;

can well imagine he’d choose

to stay now, not come back

for another turn on the wheel.

Adios, Bro!

[Poem #106]

I'm sharing this one at the latest Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads', and at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #485.