Stormy day,
leaving tiring tour
classic to contemporary,
an older patron happened by;
seeming epitome of age
even deep wrinkles
had curves and debts,
shriven skin seemed impervious
to the rain and cold wind;
thick large ovaline glasses
engaging face revealed aspect
of full round moon,
rustling corduroys and barn coat
large expressive hands grasped walker
thrusted assertively towards curb and then
from near ground a small voice
‘neath bouncy pink tasseled winter hat
a sweet hello;
and moon beamed brightly
as touching lives stretched across
nearly a century of difference
eighty something met terrible twos,
and it seemed to me that they met
somewhere as “eighty” might suddenly remember
a world where everything was tall
and “two” might see man in the moon
come for a visit;
so few precious minutes,
so likely never to be repeated,
made an impression, not easily left;
such is art and life
standing near its doors.
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A contest entry
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Comments
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This poem captures a very special moment. You are one of those people who can see poetry in everything. Your imagery and symbolism worked well. The moon is ancient, and yet it still captures the imagination of the very young. Thank you for entering.
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amazing!
You paint such a wonderful picture. It was a joy to read.
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Very deep and beautiful! I absolutely love it! I love all the references to the moon...nicely done.
Keep Quilling,
Whiskey -
Love this!
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