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Tin Man

Tin Man

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

it is such a strange thing to be human

"

 

I hear the rhythm of the rain

wind-whipped drops falling to the ground

Tapping on the old window pane

there's music in that lonesome sound

 

Skipping through the morning shower

daisies covered by mist in dew

Calm and warm so tame with power

life springs forth all fresh and anew

 

Watching the world's sins melt away

gifting life with the chance to be

Feeling the sun light up the day

washing the blues away from me

 

Like the man built solely from tin

with a chest full of broken dreams

The rain falls softly on my skin

nothing quite the way that it seems

 

Watching the clouds that turn to rain

falling on the glass by and by

They run down from the window pane

before the grace of you kneel I


 



© 2019 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Such a metaphor for my own life the tin man. Often I am right as rain. Moments later set by depression and doubt. Then the rain comes washes away the blues and I am fine again. The sun comes up and shines upon me again.All my worries pale in consequence.
Tate

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Hi Tate, After having a break I find this easier too read...Sometimes when you have been working n your own work it's hard to get into a different rhyme, so my fault not yours! I was going to add to my original comment but it seems it has been deleted?!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

thank you you were correct i think
TrimarcoRansome

6 Years Ago

Don't rely on me! do what you think is right, I have been working on several pieces of writing recen.. read more
Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

I like your thoughts and respect your opinion. You are classically educated through the English syst.. read more



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You are much much more than meets the eye mr Tate the rain cleanses the wretched but it can cause some rust spots let the poetry polish them To shining Good sir lovely lines good sir

Posted 6 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Months Ago

Hi Robert glad you liked this abstraction I’m not good at abstract but I’ve fine maybe three of .. read more
dear Tate.., this is a gentle rain that falls softly
on your window pain.. We should be gentle with ourself and all our worries will disappear and life will be as a soft breeze when winter’s
roses will rest beneath the snow. truly, Pat


Posted 7 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

7 Months Ago

So true my own grandchildren arrive tomorrow to raise the 15 ft christmas tree at my mothers Joy
Patricia Wedel

7 Months Ago

Whoa... now that is a Christmas tree...
like raising a Barn... but with a Star at the Top. .. read more
Tate Morgan

7 Months Ago

Thank you This will be the 25th we have put up For my mother each 15 ft
Lovely bit here Tate and isn't ironic that the Tin Man always had what he wanted...it just needed a nudge in the right direction. There is a certain peace to be found in rain running down a window or drumming on a roof...I have always loved that feeling that comes with it.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

7 Months Ago

Thank you ted . This was a strange one for me I wrote a while back I’ve rewritten a bunch of times.. read more
The sun washes away your blues, as the water washes away the dirt on your body, making all seem new and bright! I love the line, "There but for the grace of you go I." This could be a person or God but I take that it's a person, a very important person! I enjoyed reading this, Tate, but of course, I always love your work!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Very well written Tate. The metaphor of light washing away our sins, issues, pain, is like crying and rebirth to start anew. We can't have the flowers without the rains, we can't appreciate the sunlight if we haven't walked through the storms.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hi Tate, After having a break I find this easier too read...Sometimes when you have been working n your own work it's hard to get into a different rhyme, so my fault not yours! I was going to add to my original comment but it seems it has been deleted?!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

thank you you were correct i think
TrimarcoRansome

6 Years Ago

Don't rely on me! do what you think is right, I have been working on several pieces of writing recen.. read more
Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

I like your thoughts and respect your opinion. You are classically educated through the English syst.. read more
Hi Tate! I like the metaphor of the Tin Man you used here, and the content But I just cannot grasp the rhyme. I will go away and come back again to this one after a muse!!
Helen

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Soothing as a psalm. Nothing like a cleansing rain to stifle the drought.

Most often it's not what's said, but how it's said that captures the ear. You've said it well. Very well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


I can relate.. In one of my seminars I told the group to image the "blues" or the "negative" energy of the day being washed off the body and down the drain... keeping us sparkly and new while the earth transmutes the other into light and love.. A recycling of sorts :) Sorry to ramble but your words reminded me of my own rain. the feeling to be cleansed...xo

Posted 7 Years Ago


Rain washes the world clean for a little while...for a little while we shine with the sun....

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on May 28, 2010
Last Updated on December 7, 2019
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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