He still
gets the urge
to bend down in winter
gathering a handful of snow
and he'll throw it
across cotton fields
that used to bear seed
but now lay sleeping beneath
a white blanket of season.
His hands search deepening lines
that fold neatly upon a face
he'll always admire
one of struggles
and also one that remains curved a little more
up
than down
though with every passing purpose
that scraps along his heels
he still has the ability
to see life
through the eyes of a child...
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oldman_by_alexielsld
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt 16 entries by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended May 9, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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im glad you won gold, this was beautiful
great job!
"His hands search deepening lines
that fold neatly upon a face
he'll always admire"
i love this part.
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Lovely! Everything thing about this is well done...and I love the ending, for with a heart of a child we live and never grow old in our souls...freedom is found in those eyes...what a wonderful take on the picture...excellent!
Thank you for sharing! -
Lovely write...so well thought out and matches the prompt perfectly.
Good Luck
xxx Hilly
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We are children forever in our minds, and your words reflect the twinkle in the eyes of the elderly.."he still has the ability
to see life
through the eyes of a child.."
I love these last three lines especially...
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Sigh.. this is fantastic!! You've painted such a wonderful picture of this life and it is really heart warming...
Beautiful write!!!!
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