THE MARKET

THE MARKET

A Poem by T
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a memory....but true

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There was a strangeness to the day
It seemed we walked through a mist
a light rain fell

In the background I could hear a flute playing,
a soft melody, a lonely symphony
sounds combined to complete the music
laughter, whispered conversations.....

The people we passed smiled at us
as if knowing a secret we had not discovered
good Mornings exchanged,
passing looks

Stalls held varieties of meats and vegtables,
trinkets, baked goods

all held out for inspection
and enticing us with aromas

But mostly I remember the old man passing us on the sidewalk
a prophet?  an angel?
It was one of those moments where the world stops
and awareness steps in

He just asked a simple question of me

"DOES HE REALIZE WHAT HE HAS"?

He stared right into my eyes
but he kept on walking by

When I turned around he was gone...

As the days, months have passed, years now without you
I often ask myself

Who was he really asking the question of?

 

© 2008 T


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A beautiful and haunting question. Perhaps the question was for both. I've seen many talented and loving people who were never able to see themselves that way. Perhaps the question was a kick in the pants from above, to see things as they are. Then again, perhaps he was just an old man, slightly bitter that he would never have anyone as beautiful as you and angry that so many men don't appreciate the women in their lives. Who knows. Still, the question is a wonderful one and posed in a wonderful and evocative story. Thanks for sharing T.

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A very strainge poem. let me introtroduc you to A! you too should get along swell, it seems you both have been to the same places.
Lar

Posted 15 Years Ago


A beautiful and haunting question. Perhaps the question was for both. I've seen many talented and loving people who were never able to see themselves that way. Perhaps the question was a kick in the pants from above, to see things as they are. Then again, perhaps he was just an old man, slightly bitter that he would never have anyone as beautiful as you and angry that so many men don't appreciate the women in their lives. Who knows. Still, the question is a wonderful one and posed in a wonderful and evocative story. Thanks for sharing T.

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Wow that is very erie... maybe it was a question that could answer the questions of life... perhaps God gave the answers to those with nothing to say... I bet that moment will still occupy your thoughts for years to come.

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I have goosebumps. Indeed, who was he, and for whose benefit did he speak? What a chilling and mysterious experience to have had. I wish more could be known about it.

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