Poetry by Walt Page: The Tennessee Poet
I see faces in the rain
They all seem to know my name
Just staring
Watching me
Lightning flashes and I see them
No bodies
Just faces from my past
Faces I’ve loved
Faces I’ve hated
Faces that hurt me
And those that I hurt
Haunting me
Taunting me
Music starts
But then it stops
There is only the beat of a drum
Growing louder
Faster
Cymbals crashing
Then silence
Lightning flashed and they were gone
Then I realized what they were
And I believed
So many faces and memories
Of a life well lived
In my yesterdays
About the Poet
Walt Page: The Tennessee Poet is a romantic old rock drummer, musician, USAF veteran and an open heart surgery survivor. He has been published on Vita Brevis, Visual Verse and Slasher Monster Magazine. Walt lives in the Tennessee country with his wife Susan, 2 horses, and 9 rescue dogs.
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This is a great poem, Walt. I can see why it was selected.
Thank you so much Robbie 😊
A Wonferdul example of your talent, Walt. Congratulations! ❤
Thank you for your always kind comments Penny. And I love your new profile pic 😊
This is excellent.
Thank you River! Much appreciated! 😊
You’re welcome.
after I steeped my soul in your words I thought … this is a song … Then I read you were a drummer, or are a drummer. I like it it’s a great piece, congratulations.
Thank you so much Ellen 😊
Wonderful, Walt
Thank you so much Katy 😊
Nice work, Walt. You brought me right into that moment.