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 7 Years Ago


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Tate Morgan

7 Years Ago

thank you you were correct i think
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7 Years Ago

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Such a creative metaphor. It reminds me that you can have a bad day but another day will come, the sun will rise again. Don't hold onto the bad or you will miss the good. Great poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


mostly all of us have a tin man.

your author's not reminded me of how breakfast doesn't taste good to me in the morning. it's better late at night, in my opinion. it's like how some things feel wrong when you do them, or a day feels all wrong and you don't know why.

the first stanza is my favorite.


Posted 10 Years Ago


Dear Tate,

Wonderful poem. And I enjoyed the "Tin Man" theme. Isn't it wonderful that our soul can be refreshed by nature. Simple rain can wash away a world of cares and recharge the spirit, filling the emptiness within.

Greatly enjoyed, Tate.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I love how you have music as well as pictures with all your poems

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate you're a brilliant writer! Great use of the tin man- love this metaphor. Since it's from the Wizard of Oz, ... and the imagery of rain... I almost felt like an essence of innocence reading this! Rusty...but if there was a heart all would be cured!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This poem expresses more than just the story of the tin man and his feelings. I agree with your description, it has a metaphor in it. It means so much more than what is down on the paper. Puts the reader into a different perspective of things. Kudos.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ah, our equals having to bring us the goods and bad. One minute we are happy, carefree, content in who we are. The next we are as bad as depressed people, wanting to shrivel away and dare not come again.
You caught it magnificently.

I loved your use of my favorite musical! Oh my goodness. You have become my new Oden. Heh, kidding. Great work here Mr. Dad. You hit it spot on.

Posted 11 Years Ago


There's definatley something in this, personally I preferred to read it without the prompt of the character from Wizard of Oz in mind, but then, in its darkness this poem could be well constrasted and compared with a childhood figure.

Nice work

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very Different but once again Great work. i love this line.


As I watch the drops of rain
weave their weary paths and die
They roll down from my window pane
there before the grace of you go I


Posted 11 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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