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The Handkerchief
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The Handkerchief |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
The Handkerchief I walked down the stairs into the bright city street to the store for a brew and a smoke. Huddled in a corner of the smashed landscape was a rubbled human fragment that was broke. He looked like a drab bundle of dirty clothes, all torn and shredded at the seams, littered with the residue of broken battles and cracked glass of shattered dreams. He began his dying early through agonizing routes of disappointment, disillusion and shame, ending up last place on pavement searching for that license tag of fleeting Fame. Great men leave marks of their fragmentary existence. On the tapestry of his life were blots, discolored blemishes he used as yardsticks to measure the man he was not. With his hand extended, he looked in my eyes and asked for any spare change. I pulled out some quarters and a handkerchief which he took and said “Thanks all the same.” I said there was Sorcery in the hanky, which he viewed all folded and neat, and if he mentally rubbed the dark spots of his life, he could liberate himself from the streets. Cynicism in his eyes heard Truth in my voice. A glimmer of Hope did fuse. I nodded with assurance and waved goodbye saying “Try it! So, what’ve you to lose?” Halfway down the block, I turned to see his hand rise up in the air, that handkerchief rubbing some phantom blot engulfed by his captured stare. Several days later, I passed that place but a new guy sat in his booth who said my guy one day stood up heading home to his kids in Duluth. Then I walked down the block but turned to witness something inspiring and rare. That new guy was rubbing, with handkerchief in hand, some blot in the air with “his” stare. A Man can rise from a cellar to a summit giving birth to a brand new start with a sprinkle of Belief and a dash of Desire and the Magic in the human heart. Namyh |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Namyh...A very touching story and with good reason, because I've seen and heard of people changing their lives around just by someone giving them hope and s reason to fight for what they believe in. I love poetry that tells a story and yours does just that no matter if it is fiction or real. Thanks for sharing...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Paul - I wrote this to show that Hope is often a human ignition that sparks an attitude of Belief in self. A man or woman will rise from a gutter because their mind rose from it first and sometimes Paul all it takes is an extended helping hand, a few coins, a handkerchief or maybe just a "Thanks for sharing". Good to hear from ya. Namyh |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Inspiring, Namyh. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Compassionate tears, Namyh. A beautiful story and perfect to carry your message. |
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