For all the good, warm-hearted men 🙂
Their music
sound of a gentle churning
in the deepest part
of the earth.
We love them
for their unkempt sideburns
and cigarette smells.
Their laughter echoing
unfiltered white-noise
to complement warblers’ ruckus
trombone to forest song.
We love them
for the careless ‘unbuttoned-ness’ of shirt,
yet subtly proclaiming gentlemanliness.
Their banter
poetry midst the prose of life
streaks of bright red in monochrome.
We love them
for their coffee-stained teeth
yet an unfettered smile breaking between a moustache and a beard.
Their weathered face
maps of places we want to travel to
but the eyes is where we want to build a home.
We love them
all those times when they
bare their souls and child-like cry.
We love them
even more when
we miss having them in our life.
A perfect piece of music by the great Zbigniew Preisner found me while I was writing this poem. The first eight minutes are so beautiful! – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP0wQxWifBY
IsyLLiS 
Thanks for reading from my blog. I’m happy to have found your work. I enjoy the synchronicity with the Baobob. And the (asynchronous) tessellation of your seasons. And the verse above about men. The details of smoke and noise (sometimes as song), of “unkempt sideburns,” and the rest. Such appealing impressions, the way they are confessed. Thank you!
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Thank you for visiting my very new blog, and for taking out time to read, and leaving your generous comment. I am happy that you liked the poems. And yes, the poem is meant for all the warm-hearted men out there 🙂
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