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Namyh
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0 posted 2011-07-20 09:46 PM


The Handkerchief

I walked down the stairs into the bright city street
to the store for a brew and a smoke.
Huddled in a corner of the smashed landscape
was a rubbled human fragment that was broke.
He looked like a drab bundle of dirty clothes,
all torn and shredded at the seams,
littered with the residue of broken battles and
cracked glass of shattered dreams.

He began his dying early through agonizing routes
of disappointment, disillusion and shame,
ending up in last place on pavement searching
for that license tag of fleeting Fame.
Great men leave marks of their fragmentary existence.
On the tapestry of his life were blots,
discolored blemishes he used as yardsticks to measure
the man he was not.

With his hand extended, he looked in my eyes
and asked for any spare change.
I pulled out some quarters and a handkerchief
which he took and said "Thanks all the same."
I said there was Sorcery in the hanky,
which he viewed all folded and neat.
And if he mentally rubbed the dark spots of his life,
he could liberate himself from the streets.
Cynicism in his eyes heard Truth in my voice.
A glimmer of Hope did fuse.
I nodded with assurance and waved goodbye
saying "Try it ! So, what have you to lose ?"

Halfway down the block, I turned to see
his hand rise up in the air,
that handkerchief rubbing some phantom blot
engulfed by his captured stare.
Several days later, I passed that place
but a new guy sat in his booth
who said my guy one day stood up heading
home to his kids in Duluth.
Then I walked down the block but turned to witness
something inspiring and rare.
That new guy was rubbing, with handkerchief in hand,
some blot in the air with "his" stare.

A Man can rise from a cellar to a summit
giving birth to a brand new start,
with a sprinkle of Belief and a dash of Desire
and the Magic in the human Heart.

Namyh



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JerryPat2
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1 posted 2011-07-21 10:10 AM


Beautifully constructed. Self reliance comes through here to me, and the handkerchief blotting the air is merely an indication that he, too, has found the wherewithal to doo the same as did his predecessor. Good writing.

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2 posted 2011-07-21 01:50 PM


This is fantastic Namyh. Love the "smashed landscape." I read the hankerchief as a metaphor for hope - wherever there's hope there's a way.

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3 posted 2011-07-21 05:01 PM


These are beautiful words, Namyh, full of inspiration.  

"discolored blemishes he used as yardsticks to measure the man he was not."

... and cutting, too.  How well I relate to these words... care to send me a hankee?  

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4 posted 2011-07-25 12:38 PM


Your words held me captivated... I love this inspiring work!
ebonygirl
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5 posted 2011-07-25 03:55 PM


Dear Namyh,
Well written. There is hope fore everyone.
Thank you,
ebonygirl

Namyh
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6 posted 2011-07-25 08:38 PM


JerryPat – Hello JP! The human spirit is strange. Isn’t it. It can be behind the 8 ball, down in the pocket, looking up from the darkness and struggle to climb out onto the green velvet of the pool table and get back into the game and win. It can be face down in the gutter and look up into the face of God and find itself redeemed, ready now for accomplishment with a strength that only needed one helping hand!  Makes me glad to be alive and human to reach into Purgatory and maybe pull someone out or hold onto someone and prevent them from falling in because there, but for the grace of God, may go I. Besides, it’s the job we poets signed up for anyway. Thanks JerryP for finding merit here and for putting a spark in the day with your words. Namyh
Namyh
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7 posted 2011-07-25 08:39 PM


Marcia – I thank you for those lovely words, for you are indeed the Word Weaver. The handkerchief also made him look into past wrongs committed, past people hurt, moments wasted and inescapable regrets as blots on his mortality.  Whether the handkerchief had sorcery was not as important as his believing it did. And from belief sprang his hope for redemption that initialized an action. The human spirit! Amazing how it can take the ‘smash’ out of a landscape that was rubble. Ya gotta love it! Thanks Marcia for stopping in a spell and enjoying. Namyh
Namyh
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8 posted 2011-07-25 08:42 PM


Michael – Michael, you are so very lucky. I just happen to have one special hankee left and it’s on the way. It has been soaked in Hope and will provide protein for your spirit that would normally feed a Roman army. It has been baked in Belief and will give lasting clarity to envisioning what could be without discolored blemishes. And it has an energy threshold level sufficient enough to power a small New Hampshire town. Never lose it or give it away because one day I might be the one needing it back. LOL. Thanks Michael for your beautiful words and glad you found some inspiration here. Namyh
P.S. – By the way, don’t leave that hankee exposed to the Sun for long. Umm! The Atomic Energy Commission hasn’t gotten back to me on that yet! And I’m still waiting to hear from NASA. LOL.

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