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A Poem by +she plays with matches+

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He watches
through a pane
of dirty glass
like you and I
he's had a future
he's had a past
time for him
is almost spent
calloused hands 
like old cement
delicate fallibility 
impales his skin
ghost like stupor
invested in silence
quiet and guarded
bearded with thoughts
secrets antiqued within
waiting patiently now
for his hour to come
visual modality blurred
hearing obscured
deliberate and unmeasured
this process of decay
frail like lead paint
 
                    slowly peeling,
 
                                    chipping away................

 

 


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An incredible piece. Compelling. You have created a perfect character study in just a few lines. The depth of insight, coupled with a love of your subject matter generate a power and intensity, while you also imbed a tendrness and understanding that is incomparible. Class work Lady. Nice to get the time to read and reread. You have left me images that will be a long time peeling.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Wow I could see everything you were describing.feel free to view my work

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful poem. There are some great words in here. I love the ending

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The end flips the tone of the piece to something much more than its origins, a wonderful piece.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Really nice write about people, life and time. I really like how you use "lead paint" in the last four lines.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Wow I've been thinking about age a lot lately. I like the image of dirty glass, kind of what it's like to lose your vision. We're all headed that way, aren't we?

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Its that one course of nature that you cant stop, getting old.
As for the poem, i found it to be really amazing for you could capture the whole scenario within some beautiful words. It was a powerful one and i really did enjoy it:-):-):-D.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

chipping away indeed. Life is all about the chipping away. In the sense of Michelangelo.
Great setting of concept here. No frill, just truth.

frailty. We're born frail, we die frail. but I wonder.... what becomes of the sculpture released in between?

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

these words affected me profoundly, in a way of which i am sure you're familiar, having penned this wonderful write. i thought of my great uncle, Marshall...who lived to the ripe age of 96 and told many wonderful stories about his youth and how things were in his time. his skin was as thin and delicate as rice paper and his voice was high pitched and his eyes showed a wisdom and warmth i have never seen before or since. this is a gorgeous write!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your descriptive talents are excellent, I really enjoyed this poem

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 8, 2011
Last Updated on June 8, 2014
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