Monday, August 1, 2011


Old shoes, thick laces:
toes scuffed, soles worn;
belt, braided:
sometimes shrunken;
t-shirt: yellow leaning
to white, Birmingham
Sweet Home Alabama;
Bible, tan leather cover:
hand-imprint faded,
pages smudged, marked.

This poem is submitted to the Warrior Poet Circle hosted by Jason Stasyszen. To see other poems based on the prompt “comfortable,” please visit Connecting to Impact.

Photograph: Old book by Anna Cervova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Unknown said...

A lot of comforting items listed.

Are you from Bham? Somehow I did not know that. I'm sitting in downtown Bham as I type this.

David Rupert said...

The older I get, the more I crave those "comfortable" items. Like the shoes, the sweater, the same disc.

Ah. This was a sweet poem of comfort

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the simple joy and comfort of this poem. Just beautiful. You made me feel it. Thanks Glynn.

S. Etole said...

I can almost feel the smooth, worn leather of that book ...

Anonymous said...


Sandra Heska King said...

I want to brush my hand over that Bible.