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    Pipe of Peace

    I opened the drawer a feat of persistence
    The wood swollen endorsed its tight fit
    Released with a shriek of intense resistance
    It surrendered the battle for the status quo

    Contents passed over by my lazy eye
    Dismissing the lacklustre and insignificant
    Until my peripheral vision alighted on the unlit
    The brown round bowl of crafted pipe dreams

    My search grabbed the goal of new context
    Locating the classic curve of the stem
    It’s sleek form extended from filter to lip
    Joined by mortice and tenon to the bowl’s shank

    Assembled family heirloom piped up
    With grand recollections of a storyteller
    Who put adventure in his pipe and smoked it
    Igniting his grandsons bedtime imagination

    The tobacco aroma, atmosphere of anecdote
    I inhaled his humour and piped up with laughter
    No smoke without fire but a twist in the pipeline
    Revealed as the smoke parts is no leadpipe cinch

    The legend of Grandpa an epic blend of exploits
    Filtered through my mind as I held the pipe
    Mystical mysteries of a bard now at rest
    My legacy now or maybe his pipe of peace

  • #2
    Another tender and wistful journey through precious memories. Really love when you share this style of your poetry, Jon. Kudos!


    • #3
      I enjoyed this Jon.