Open Poetry #48 |
The Corner Man |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The tired look of the trees gave way to a man whose beard seemed to have greyed unkempt slightly too long his face worn old cargo pants white tee, holes on each side His hands shook index finger rampantly his voice, timid stutter like missed beats of footsteps along the cement sidewalks as people passed him by Money hungry like the beaches sand waiting and waiting for the tide to come roll in and finally rinse its tan face The corner man got no' money his eyes have no time to stare no ease of a dream just the silent quote of his mothers last words "theres more to see than the corner of your world. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
There was a "corner man" in my old neighborhood. I came up in a big city and street characters were not rare. Your poetry speaks for many I'm sure. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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