- ‘A Backward Dream’ by Jim Turner
I am too old for this, nose dripping on books, itching, scratching for words that happily rhyme with love.
I have forgotten the taste of kisses, among the promises of softened eyes, huskily whispered yesses, soft as a dove.
Nowhere then near my lusty mood were mournful birds or distant years, rushing unkindly upon me far too soon, with balding head and slowing blood.
Dear, lost memory, I need to know not your name, but that your golden hair is loose, your laughter light.
So do not be surprised tonight
To find yourself in my dream.
- Jim Turner at a glance
Jim Turner, amateur poet, was born in Pacolet, South Carolina in 1926. He graduated from the University of Missouri in 1950 with a Bachelor of Arts in liberal arts. Has two children and seven grandchildren, and lives in Lodi with his wife.
Posted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012 12:00 am
Updated: 6:29 am, Wed Jul 11, 2012.
Jim Turner doesn't remember when he first put pen to paper and came up with poetry. Since then he has filled hundreds of pages with his work. Some are only a few lines, while others go on for pages.
He has worked many jobs over the years, including bicycle messenger, cafeteria manager, high school teacher for veterans, furniture assembler and real estate agent. Throughout them all, he has used poetry as a tactic to make sense of the world around him.
Or, use your
Wednesday, July 11, 2012 12:00 am.
Updated: 6:29 am.