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Chanson
Senior Member

since 2000-08-19

Posts 1559
Up Creek w/Out Paddle

0 posted 2000-10-03 10:18 PM

All around me, cold floor and walls of gray
and on far wall, a small window peeks the dawn of day.
Like many days before, I'm drawn beyond the sill.
And again, like many yesterdays, stands a man on the hill.

Far away is he, his ghost-like presence in misty form,
whether the day is sunny warm or during raging storm.
Do I know him, I wonder, or should I even care
why the man on the hill is always standing there.

Some days I see movement, slight and in slow motion.
Am spellbound for moments, like I've swallowed magic potion.
Next minute he's not there, and I fret where he could be.
I blink my eyes; he reappears, lounging by the tree.

The man in the distance, by the tree on the hill
from my prison, everyday, I watch beyond the sill.
His purpose I must guess at so I choose to believe
that he comes without fail to offer me reprieve.

I watch him covertly, mingling thoughts in my mind.
Maybe soon my eyes will open and I won't be so blind.
Suppose I don't want to know, his purpose goes untold.
A mystery I should live with, not question it, just hold.

As the sun sets for the evening, faint shadow I still see
of the man by the tree... on the hill... looking at me.
I curl up in the corner, entranced beyond the sill,
Fantasizing of that man....the man on the hill.

*This poem does not have any ~real~ value.
It's just a poem

...chanson~

Music, tonal clear & pure,
Caresses the harshest of curves.
-me, Song of Gesture

SEA

Moderator

Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2000-10-03 10:26 PM

Chansondegeste~ regardless, this is a fantastic story within your poem. Love it!

-SEA

Chanson
Senior Member

since 2000-08-19

Posts 1559
Up Creek w/Out Paddle

2 posted 2000-10-03 10:30 PM

Thank you, SEA!
I didn't want people to think I'm locked in a padded cell somewhere.

...chanson~

Music, tonal clear & pure,
Caresses the harshest of curves.
-me, Song of Gesture

Kethry
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-29

Posts 9082
Victoria Australia

3 posted 2000-10-04 03:40 PM

Chanson,
seems to me the man on a hill was a fool on a hill for not taking advantage of a captive audience.

I liked the poem a lot.

Kethry

"It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures;
but it is the loss that shapes the image,
gathers the flowers weaves the garland."-

Chanson
Senior Member

since 2000-08-19

Posts 1559
Up Creek w/Out Paddle

4 posted 2000-10-04 03:45 PM

I never looked at it from that angle, Kethry

Thanks for reading!

...chanson~

Music, tonal clear & pure,
Caresses the harshest of curves.
-me, Song of Gesture

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