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Brian James Member
since 2005-06-26
Posts 147Winnipeg 
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He started out as a penguin. Difficult to walk, impossible to fly. Surrounded by birds. Swimming was what he did best, but he didn't enjoy it. So he sat there by the water, crouched over, hopping instead of walking. Once he was much older, he found that he was no longer a penguin, but had become a frog. Sitting on a lily pad, eating flies, croaking with his pondmates. But they started leaving. The pond became colder than it had been before. And the frog had to leave, had to become something else. Now it's the middle of the night, and he's colder than he's ever been. But he's growing fur. How can this be? He started to sing softly to himself, a song that he once knew. But the words were different. "My Father's Face" I had to tie a tie today Although I'd never tried I thought perhaps my dad would know For all the ties he's tied I tried the tie to tie today Looking in a mirror I rubbed away the shower steam So that my face was clearer Those cheeks are his, those cheeks of mine That mouth spoke, I complied I tried to tie a tie today Something I've never tried The eyes, they have it, and they strained To reach my understanding The way that nose sneered at my effort was so Reprimanding Nothing gained I gave it up The two of us alone Two ancient riddles, uneaten lion corpses Made of stone. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
A fun read and with a catchy close! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Fortun8one New Member Posts 6 Miami, FL USA |
An enjoyable read, thanks for sharing! |
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