Mister Rumple’s Further Adventures

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Open Poetry #22

Mister Rumple’s Further Adventures

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-09-17 09:55 AM

He stood waiting as he had times before,
By the bus stop’s empty bench,
In case there’s someone else might need it more,
And slowly climbed into the bus’s door
As it stopped before the bench,
He moved deliberate as youngsters swore,
Pushing passed him giving him an angry scowl
Taking the handicapped bench,
He’d rather sit toward the back anyhow.

The traffic
Running the town stop and go,
Wait red light
Move green light,
From his seat it was a show,
Girls walking,
Boys gawking,
Late summer fashions in view,
Buyers pour
Out the stores
Lovers walking two by two,
Through traffic,
Hand in hand they’re walking slow.

Disembarking skyscrapers touch the sky,
Sights and sounds surrounding him,
But remains withdrawn from the passerby
In his disheveled and rumpled old clothes,
Others pass far around him,
Don’t notice who he is or where he goes.
By the dock he takes out some old stale rye,
The birds gather around him,
Casually tossing crumbs as time goes by.

Gloom

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

1 posted 2002-09-17 10:10 AM

You know, it's funny but the few times I have been on the subway
or the lightrail,(no busses near me)
I have felt this way, as the rumpled man.
You are ignored, people including myself
draw their possessions close
to their bodies, side glance
at each other and when you get off
not a word has been exchanged..
the only thing I need to do
is take some stale bread with me
for the birds next time. *s

M

[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (09-17-2002 10:11 AM).]

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

2 posted 2002-09-17 10:15 AM

very nicely pictured Gloom... well told story with good imagery and a moral perhaps for those that care to look.

I enjoyed

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

3 posted 2002-09-17 02:52 PM

This is good. Enjoyed the read.

Cold hands means a warm heart

Pilgrimage
Member Elite

since 2001-12-04

Posts 3945
Texas, USA

4 posted 2002-09-17 03:29 PM

I think I like Mister Rumple. I expect we'd get along.

Nan(Pilgrim variety)

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

5 posted 2002-09-17 03:48 PM

I enjoyed this write Gloom! Well done. Chris

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

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