Open Poetry #48 |
![]() ![]() |
Feeble and Forgotten |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California ![]() |
Feeble and Forgotten There was a feeble man, Who walked a feeble mile. ‘Built a castle of sand, And he stayed there awhile. But, alas, with no plan Destiny proved hard to hold, And so came along another man Who kicked him to the cold. And he stood barefoot in the snow, Caroling to misery. Oh yes, he sang his song of woe For the rest of the world to see. Until that day he saw her, Like an angel from the sky… His heart began to flutter, Yeah, but she just drove on by. And he looked down at the ashes That he donned, just like a robe, As he watched life pass in flashes— Tacks pinned to a spinning globe. He thought about it for a moment, And just had to crack a smile… Now no one’s sure just where he went, But at least he went with style. Yeah there was once a feeble man, ‘Walked with a feeble stick. But he didn’t need no stinkin’ plan, To understand this world’s sick. And he didn’t play their twisted game, Couldn’t see what they were after. A forgotten man, without a name, He lived happily ever after.:P Michael Anderson 6/17/2013 |
||
© Copyright 2013 Michael Anderson - All Rights Reserved | |||
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"But he didn’t need no stinkin’ plan, To understand this world’s sick." Very wise man he was or is but I think he didn't play their twisted game because he "could" see what they were after. Always enjoy your words, Michael. |
||
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Those ashes of love gone bad are difficult to wear except sometimes they are a robe of meditation and resolve. I think this feeble man wears them with those thoughts in mind, Michael. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
||
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Thank you JP and Helen. This was truly supposed to be a light hearted poem. I was actually singing it as I wrote it. I guess maybe I subconsciously pour myself into characters I write about either more than I realize, and/or I am just so far down trodden these days my outlook has surpassed anything near a normal viewpoint. Either way, I did not see myself as being the feeble man as I was writing this. As for the ashes, JP, I think they represented more the ashes of failure in every aspect of life, rather than just love in this case. That's not to say love wasn't one of my biggest failures, mind you. ![]() Michael |
||
Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Lighthearted is good, Michael. You always make me think, in any case. Ida |
||
ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
"A forgotten man, without a name, He lived happily ever after.:P" Yup... living happily ever after is what I'm talking about, though anonymous is hard to do in this day! Enjoying your poem, Michael! Ms. E |
||
Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This one made me smile as I read it. Thank you, Michael. I truly needed that smile right now. Alison ![]() |
||
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
"caroling to misery" Our you sure we didn't share foster parents one year? ![]() |
||
Michael
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Ida, yeah I have a propensity for making people think, though it not always appreciated. Glad you enjoyed. ![]() Ms. E, I really wanted to be anonymous once… to the point of living in the mountains with no contact with other humans at all. Unfortunately, I am an insulin dependent diabetic and that alone makes truly anonymous impossible for me. :/ I’ll settle for happily ever after I suppose. ![]() Alison, so glad I got a smile out of you… even more glad that it came at a time you needed one. I owed it to you for all the despair I’ve thrown out there, that you’ve always read, even when you didn’t really need to be subjected to such dark ponderings. (Hugs) I hope all is well with you. Karen, I think we probably did… and when mom was beating me, dad was probably beating you, and vice versa. Good thing we snuck into the liquor cabinet so much we can hardly remember any of it. ![]() Thank you all for the kind replies. Michael |
||
![]() ![]() |
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
![]() ![]() ![]() |
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |