Gentle Man's Home

by Kate Demeree

The house is quiet now
Save the small sounds
Settlings, moanings, creakings
Long hours lay between here and dawn

Waking for no reason
Rising, walking through empty rooms
Then the voice calls,
Is that you, are you there?

Beautiful stone washed blue
In a leather face
Smiles, makes grace
Of my name

Sweet it trips on his tongue
Drips from his lips
As work warn hand
Reaches for mine

I sit blessed to hear
A lifetime spoken
For my ear alone
A voyeur in a gentleman’s home

When gray blue purple
Fingers rake the night from the sky
Ruby red lips kiss the dawn
He moves on

Blessed am I now
Forever will I be
For the loving wisdom
This man shared with me


Author's Note: For Ken, a cancer patient and dear friend. He has been gone for many years, but will never be forgotten. I Love You Dear Friend

Posted on 04/23/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/23/03 at 01:04 AM

I could picture this in my minds eye. Good poem...Charlie

Posted by John Ilotan on 04/23/03 at 01:45 PM

A very, very beautiful poem. You honor your friend with such work. Great job.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/23/03 at 02:16 PM

glad you re-posted this one Kate..it was one of your best..i hope Ken is doing okay

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/05/03 at 11:33 AM

such a beautiful poem, I would not despoil it with a comment.

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