Open Poetry #8 |
Imagination |
ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Author's note: As a young boy I would frequently visit the old family homestead where my great grandmother lived. In the parlour, as it was called then, was a picture of my great great grandfather. This is a poem I wrote as a result of staring at his picture and wondering what kind of a man he really was. Imagination Sitting on my own in Grandma's parlour wing back chairs pillows attached, looking at a picture of my great grandfather solemn eyes mustache waxed. He's got the face of a Turkish warlord fighting a cause for a noble class standing tall for law and order like the rainfall greens the grass. Or was he a pirate on the Spanish main calling out orders from the captians loft, dancing to the fire of a thousand flames fighting for booty illegally sought. He's got the face of a pirate of fame drinking to the plunder of battles fought. crossing cold steel to honour his name from tales of yore a splendid plot. Like the mystery in the wind the breach of death never ends Like all sources he survives in every new born baby's cry. Or was he a cowboy on the open range where the wind rushes through the golden grass riding a mustang with a flowing mane, tales by the campfire bragging his past. He's got the face of a Texas ranger fighting for freedom in a frontier land sweating long hours in the face of danger with a heart of truth that makes the man. Or was he a politician in his own right a public orator calling the shots, a democratic pioneer with pure insight on how the country should be taught. He's got the face of a verbal dodger talking up straight in the public eye, with humour and wit a wily old codger a pure avenger with gracious pride. Like the mystery in the wind the breach of death never ends like all sources he survives in every new born baby's cry. Celtrue2000@E3B1G9 |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
very cool ethome creative and imaginative... love the wisdom of the last verse so which one was he???? take care jm I think I could need - this in my life If you're gone - baby you need to come home there's a little bit of something me In everything in you MB20 |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Maybe he was all of them given birth from the one before him... this was wonderful and it kept flowing right to the end. great work. |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
ethome , I've often wondered of the lives of those before preserved in pictures . You've done justice to alot of them with this piece . Doc |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I can picture the picture...so somber in black and white...so many stories to build on a face...well done! |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
ethome, What an imagination you have. I love this one. I can see him there wearing the various costumes you have described. This is great writing. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Janet, Mark, Dr. Moose1, Martie and Lone Wolf for your fine comments, very much appreciated. |
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Jan Member
since 2000-06-14
Posts 114 |
Hi! Great work. You made me think or maybe dream about what stories my lie behind my old pictures. Terrific read! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks Jan I appreciate the comment. I find myself looking at old pictures all the time and wondering. |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Beautiful E. I have wondered where you may have disappeared to and recognized you here ~~softsmiles M |
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