Mister Rumple Walks Around

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Open Poetry #22

Mister Rumple Walks Around

Professor Gloom
Member Elite

since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-09-18 09:01 AM

Saturday morning comes bright,
And he walks,
Following where his feet might,
No place to be or to go,
He just walks,
His destination don’t know,
His eyes downcast to his feet,
And he walks
Finding coins lost on the street,
Coins dropped and they forgot it
He just walks
A jingle in his pocket.

A black cat balances on fence’s rail,
A bulldog barks and jumps to no avail,
Children run and laugh in the alleyway,
They are off from school and it’s time to play,
He’s strolls and softly hums a childhood song,
Stops and eats an apple he brought along.
Unaware of his place people look and stare,
If he’d notice he surely wouldn’t care
Just like the cat upon the fence’s rail
He hums and strolls and has been where he’s gone,
Leaving the prudish stares is on his way,
Soon as he’s gone they’ll forget he was there.

Gloom

Soleil Noir
Senior Member

since 2001-12-19

Posts 688
USA

1 posted 2002-09-18 09:28 AM

His destination doesn't know...

I like this very much...
we only sometimes think
we are invisible,
but we are not, truly...

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

2 posted 2002-09-18 02:06 PM

Good poem

Cold hands means a warm heart

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