flatcap lonesome figure
bony arms folded on the bench;
covered by the brown suede jacket
he purchased when life was fine and dandy
slitty, swollen eyes cutting through
the seaside ripples
dark-circles underneath add a few years
to his actual age
he needs that lost sense of adventure
he wants to sniff it out
in a bloodhound manner
his feet; ridden with boils, calluses, verrucae
he doesn't have the will to walk
just sitting with a dodgy knee
wondering what will become of he
staring at the hills in the distance
wrinkled frown, as reality pinches
can't retain his long lost youth
poor old man, characteristically uncouth
he has nowhere else to go
for him, it is the end of the show
A contest entry
- Image Inspired by silverscent.
385 points, ended June 15, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow
now this definetely deserved that gold!!
i think this is actually one of my favs of yours!
i love your detail.. your detail never dies and always stays effective.. must giss you a big hug next time we meet up! xxxxx
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Thankyou for your positive comments. x
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I very much enjoyed the language in this write. It portrayed the man on the bench very well. Thanks for entering.
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I'm glad you like it.
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you're amazing.
"staring at the hills in the distance
wrinkled frown, as reality pinches"
I love how you put words together like that...it's really amazing.
-jenn
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Thankyou very much.
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