Open Poetry #46 |
Our coming and going |
ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
Some of the ones I know leave and always come back. Tired, restless, with orange smiles or soft gator tears. Holding me like I was still but a child, seeking warmth and a bundle of candy. Few of them that I met leave and come back every few months. Sharing the wisdom that was attached to them from the places they have been. Which has become their quote, their teacher, their lifestyle our stories. Most of the ones I knew leave and never return. they left with the clothes on their back. A song in their step, and bells that ring in your ears, that I never have been accustom to while being young. Those bells of theirs made us weep as they head on to their finally journey. |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
A fascinating and poignant poem. Are these a group of friends or relatives? I particularly like "a song in their step" and the bell metaphors. A poem with a lot of mystery and appeal. |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
I liked it...it really painted a picture of the emotion...sad ending...nice job.ww |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
Bastet- I'm glad you like it. It's for my family and friends that I saw, knew, and the one's I never saw at all. Whishpering Walt- thanks for your comment, I'm glad you liked it. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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