Open Poetry #31 |
Able to be Cain |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
There was much time, As he road the slow moving train, For his clouded mind To sober from the once insane And at the end of the line He exited to his mountainous terrain Walking penniless home Just poor sad farmer Cain To still live life alone. The gate was still open Waiting for him to return in To gather his shovel and hoe And return to the terraced land For he had no where else to go He was just a farming man. The days stretched from spring to autumn Sunrise to sunset he would toil The work gave bounty to him For small but rich was his soil And returned many bits of gold In exchange for the crops he sold, But he needed them not And they felt unsure in his hand Since he had not yet forgot His folly away from the land, And passed the gold to the poor Who in winter would need it more. Another and another year he stayed, Repairing terrace walls and such, Daily sweat his farm was made Having little and having so much There in his farm all alone, His life, his being, his home. Gloom [This message has been edited by Professor Gloom (04-14-2004 08:20 AM).] |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor, "Able to be Cain" Very clever and that in itself is the poem. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Having little and having so much... some days I feel that way... and it isn't always so bad being alone, as long as you can have a place to call home. nicely done, M |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You are a masterful writer...and the message here was so very pure. Truly enjoying your works. TD |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
smile sent |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Though I know this story happens and have even witnessed it, watching the undoing of more than one friend, I can't help but think that you would be much to wise than to let it happen to you. So, I am reading it as though you watched it happened to someone else -- with that said, this was quite an entertaining tale with even a sense of humor -- a parable of how beauty can sometimes run only skin deep. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, all This is a story, which originally was written long ago, China Song Dynasty, naturally it has been updated by me (no trains way back then for example) translated for our times (or close to our times) I would have noted the inspiration but the original author is unknown (folk tale) and I am changing it in ways. The original has four parts, not sure there will be that many for my adaption. Pleased you are enjoying Gloom |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
thank you for teaching Professor |
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