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He Thinks Wisely
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He Thinks Wisely |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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A face, burnished by winds and wave, salt and leaf, vine and reed.... A hand, calloused though smooth and caring, sensitive to the feel of femininity...yet, cautious, pensive. He thinks wisely of a time when wisdom only caressed the souls of politicians and the shriek of a band played against a conscience that knew only one choice. And he walked away, turning as he disappeared around the corner and climbed aboard the behemoth that knew the way to hell. A voice, somewhat wandering yet firm, hiding the stutter of a nervous twitch, never betraying the thoughts that a casual fire might unleash as a smooth vintage fell smoothly into the craw. But, beyond all this, it was the eyes, at times so very gold and green, at others.........somewhat less filled with the life that he was born with. Now, perched above the floor on a revolving stool, swaying back and forth in half circles.... Wondering, never knowing if it would ever stop and let his voice speak beyond the silence of his mind, allow his hand to clutch the small child.....his wisdom to fill the earth...that they might know and understand why, why he stands behind a curtain, staring out into the sun... wishing only to hear the mailman and a rusty lab that faithfully lay there, panting lightly.....wondering in his own way as well.... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"a rusty lab"...the imagery made my eyes mist up, seeing the dog, and that man standing there |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
that they might know and understand why, why he stands behind a curtain, staring out into the sun... wishing only to hear the mailman and a rusty lab that faithfully lay there, panting lightly.....wondering in his own way as well.... bravo dear man, bravo!! This is wonderful writing Barry. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
How well you painted his character, but you left plenty of negative space for the reader's interpretation. I enjoyed reading this several times. miscellanea |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Always the quiet, reminding voice, that there is more to be seen beneath the surfaces...  " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
He thinks wisely of a time when wisdom only caressed the souls of politicians and the shriek of a band played against a conscience that knew only one choice. And he walked away, turning as he disappeared around the corner and climbed aboard the behemoth that knew the way to hell. EXCELLENT  Bravo...wonderfully done |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
He sounds a wonderful man to know. I love the Labrador being in the poem too. - Owl |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Magnus~ 'it was the eyes, at times so very gold and green, at others' Yes ... the eyes ... this is a fine characterization piece my friend~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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