Open Poetry #7 |
Night on the Town |
Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I saw an old man die tonight. His distant, hazy eyes frozen under the florescent glow of street corner light. A homeless man’s life he had led, sleeping in damp alley ways never in the comforts of a bed. His clothes tied on with nylon bands clutching ever so tight, to the two dimes in his hands. After the old man’s last breath I heard the raven’s call and felt the silence of death. The old man had merely ran out of time, it could happen to us all. So, with little else to do, for no reason nor rhyme, I reached deep into my pocket and into the old man’s hand I dropped one last dime. understanding is misunderstood |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Effigy - what a sad tale and such an interesting ending -- Very well written. Thanks for this interesting poem -- it makes you think netswan |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Effigy, WOW this packs a punch, and sad because it happens queit often my sister witness this same thing minus the dimes and it had an affect on her for awial. Thanks for the read, Cerenity |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
Cerenity - Well this didn't really happen to me, but I can see how it would leave a lasting effect on a person, if it did. Thanks for your comments. |
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forne_marin Member
since 2004-04-13
Posts 140Spartanburg, South Carolina |
It's got some nice images, but it's a little cliche. You can do better. |
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