Museum doors were swollen quite early,
By peoples curious, both the large and the small.
Many disappeared into the long corridors,
Leaving one large group to stand in the main hall.
They were assembled for to see a new exhibit.
None quite certain just what to expect.
Posters announcing something spectacular.
Tour guide assures there will be no regret.
Lectures commencing with the history of mankind,
From the sea, leafy forests and plain.
Of interest to all was a Homo sapien,
Who was discovered not posessed of a brain!
When appeared a dusty professor,
Gray moustache drooping, as to trail on the floor.
They knew this now to be the moment,
All had gathered to patiently wait for.
A collective gasp travelled the auditorium.
Nothing like it had they seen before.
What was it they found so astounding?
Bare chested young man who had just crossed the floor.
In most aspects he appeared ordinary,
Yet clearly visible he was missing a part.
Large gaping hole on the left side of his chest,
Proclaimed this man to be without a heart!
All about there was much of excitement.
How could this be and what should it mean?
None gave notice to the small blond haired girl,
Quietly playing with her plastercine.
"Look dear, a man with no feelings!"
Others laughing made jokes rather cruel.
Dusty professor tried to restore order
Clearly he was losing his cool.
In the midst of all of this uproar,
The small blond haired girl played her part.
When all else was in a commotion,
She had fashioned for the young man a heart.
Quiet moved, then rolled, ever so slowly at first,
But soon you could hear a pin drop!
The young man stood there just beaming.
Would the exhibit be now considered a flop?
So many colours, twas awesome to behold.
Of the plastercine she had used every bit.
Spontaneous was the crowd's reaction,
Standing! Applauding! There were none that did sit.
For of all the wonders could be held in a museum,
Of all the gifts a good God could impart.
None considered to be as significant,
As the creation of a human's heart!
* plastercine, sometimes spelled "plasticine", a pliable putty used by children in play to fashion objects. Available in many colours. *
Author notes
Perhaps this poem does not need much in the way of author's notes. There are of course many realities or truths behind this simple story about society, love and the categories selected.
The poem started with a line "Look dear, a man with no feelings!" and from there took on a children's story form in images and development. Never assume the hardness of heart or non existence of feelings of another. Feelings - we all have them.
This is but another in my resolve to post whatever I write good or bad in order to improve
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I was a little confused at the direction this poem took at first, expecting something about the awesomeness of museums, lol. But I was not disapointed and in fact am very impressed. The fact that it took a child to give him what he needed is a lesson to us all. Very nicely done, and very interesting and ending it with " the creation of a human heart" leaves me thinking about the astounding things our hearts make us do.
Best wishes.
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" In the midst of all of this uproar,
The small blond haired girl played her part.
When all else was in a commotion,
She had fashioned for the young man a heart."
This was my favorite part, probably because I'm that blond girl.
very nice work, interesting too. Can't say I've read anything like it before, so well done indeed!
Creatress
Come by and see me sometime
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Quite GOOD -- Very IMAGINATIVE
This is a precious story, well thought out, written in an entertaining and attractive form.
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Thank you Ellis.
In future I must not neglect to include a cat in my write. Do you sneak one in whenever possible in your writes?
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Dear Uncle Jadon
I enjoy the basis of your poetry - it is heart-warming and caring.You wrote through the eyes of a child who only knew that someone was in need and she did what she could. It is a beautiful, heart warming poem. I really enjoy your Author's note
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Yes, I would easily have picked you as a person who would understand this poem. There are such people are there not? They see a need and take care of it. Thank you for yourcomment and I am glad you found something here to enjoy. Jadon
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Unconditional love...life through the eyes of a child before they are taught to hate...Even an adult can see, if only the heart would lay down it's prejudice...I have enjoyed your wisdom my FRIEND
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The heart unbound !
Such a pleasure that you would stop by Tender Wolf. So happy to see you and listen to the spirit of my friend. I appreciate your thoughts about the heart and unconditional love. It is sad when the heart is hurt and no longer as free and open as once it was in the child. Niaish Silent Eagle
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Again, this shows your mastery of creating a story and then bringing it to life in all its glory! (Whoops, that wasn't supposed to rhyme. lol.) You have a way of pulling a reader into your work, and when reading what you have to say, it's paced well and seems to go quickly no matter how long the poem actually is. I love how you described the professor! It made me laugh when I pictured that mustache practically trailing on the floor. Sam on Bugs Bunny may have some competition after all! Love the overall message to your story here, and I have to say that humor writing is something that I always enjoy as I can't write it myself. Great job, my friend, as always!
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Can't stop rhyming!
Now here is a comment that brings a big smile. Actually a laugh. Wether you choose to write humour or not, you definitely , absolutely without a shadow of doubt have a well developed sense of humour.
Yes, to Yosemite Sam! The very character . I didn't have him in mind but he has the best moustache that I know of. It was your rhyme that started me laughing. I have no idea if I would have caught it on my own but it was funny how that worked out.
Thank you for your observations and the nice things you said, but especially thank you for making me laugh. That was so welcome. Maybe you should give humour writing a try after all. Jadon
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Outstanding!...The love of innocents can fill a empty stop and before you know it you will have a heart!
This world of mankind can be so cruel!Judge not that you be judge!~EXCELLENT
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Love shines forth in a sometimes cruel world!
Thank you for sharing of your words and thoughts. Children truly are to be called innocents and have so much to remind us of. Especially we can grow by observing their enormous capacity for unconditional love.
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I really like this poem too, I like how it captured me and I felt as though part of the room. Good message here also!!
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Which part of the room?
Thank you Lovely 2! Your face photo looks familiar? Have we met before? All righty enough 'foolery'!
I appreciate knowing how the poem impressed you. That is helpful to me to know that you were able to visualize all that was happening..
Thanks again. (Jadon shakes head , "I coulda sworn I had seen her somewhre before....")
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... storybook poem that now is in need of an illustrator! Your imagination went to work with this classic piece and mine went there too, with the imagery of your scene. Well written! and the moral is ... "if men will keep an open chest they will find a mind that cares to repair!" Nice write! joy
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Where there is a need, appears a physician!
Thank you Joy! I appreciate the moral also! You are 'spot on' about the illustrations. As I wrote this I was visualizing the scenes in much the way of a children's book. The words are simple enough also.
It is nice to see you admidst all of our scrambling about. Be well. Jadon
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I first...
thought you were doing a poem on politicians when I read about "no brain"! But you went on to be more imaginative than that. Quite a complex write I think, taking the reader on a "story" journey. The opening, "we wonder" the middle , "we waited" and the end "we were enlightened". A plasticine heart would make for easy transplants,so a plasticine brain would also go down well! (I could do with both) WASP.
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Now there...
I could have benefited from collaborating with you. You have an excellent sense of satire. Instead of "Homo sapien" we could have substituted "politician" and it would have worked quite well.
Colourful idea for a business and no shortage of demand for brains eh? Do you think politicians have hearts?. Once again your interests and creativity have presented insights which would not have occured to me. I am certain however you have no need of plastercine transplants for brain or heart. Originals are functioning quite well. Jadon
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I love to read poems that are like a story. I found this one interesting. At first I thought you were doing somewhat of a wizard of oz type story. (Me and my perceptions eh?!) I enjoyed reading it, great job!!
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Now, I have got it!
Boy oh boy, am I slow! Scarecrow (no brain), Tinman (no heart). Oh my! Now I understand what scarecrow was feeling.
A timeless story and told so many ways. Two centres for processing all that happens in our worlds. In this one I chose to focus on the heart. You are going to have to start writing again as you have great thoughts! -
We are off to see the....man with no heart!
Thanks Sagergirl. Afraid you lost me on the "wizard of oz type story". Perhaps you refer to someone being dropped in a whole new world like Dorothy was 'dropped' into Oz?
Yep, a touch of a story in there. I am thinking I might like to try stories. Your "preceptions" are always most welcome. Glad you enjoyed it. Jadon
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OMG! Jadon I am truly blown away by this!!! This was well worth the wait as it has been sometime since I have read from your fine quill. I am so glad you cleared up the question I had.... What is a plastercine?
A man with no heart and no feelings was cured by the simplistic heart of a child! Amazing! This is truly an outstanding out of the box piece that I haved bookmarked as a masterpiece by a dear friend of mine!
This left me with mouth agape in wonderment! If that is a word!
My friend I have found myself in awe of this amazing piece! Thanks for making my day!
This rates a standing ovation!
God Bless~
Frogz~
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No plastercine?!!!!!
It has been far too long since I last saw you. And what a comment!
Did you never play with plastercine? Perhaps it was called play doh? My wife used to whip up batches of it for the kids although most people buy it in the stores. For a couple of years one float would give bags of it to the children watching the Santa Claus parade. Don't you love thinking about the parade? Sorry to bring up Christmas. Don't panic!
An "out of the box" piece. You are a delight to listen to.! Anyway so pleased to hear from you my friend and even if you did gush, it was most welcome May God bless you also. Jadon
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Bravo!!!!! This my friend is awesome, It read so well and the story was absolutely spot on. The child inside me lives again and all the wonder that you have placed here is for all the world a lesson to be learnt..Superb.....mal
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I am grateful! Thank you!
Wow! Again so much energy and enthusiasm in your comment. Either I am getting better or you have found something in my poetry. Either way, thank you.
Strange isn't it but I doubt I could explain this poem as easily as I wrote it. Whereas before I used to put large author's notes. Perhaps I have finally reached a new plateau in my writing. You have always encouraged me. Thank you especially for that Jadon
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