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.

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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

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

7 Years Ago

thank you you were correct i think

7 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

7 Years Ago

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


Wow. Incredibly beautiful and breathtaking.

Posted 11 Years Ago

interesting metaphor; like the movie - the tin man thought he had no heart; only to discover he did. you have so much love in your writing and i relate to the vulnerable loner; it sets you apart transitioning you in a stance of strength because silence is golden.

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 3 people found this review constructive.

This is such amazing write here, I really like the metaphor here.
Very well written and kind of sad really.

Posted 11 Years Ago

That was a very good poem Tate,

Posted 11 Years Ago

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84 Reviews
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Added on May 28, 2010
Last Updated on December 7, 2019
Tags: poetry, phylosophy, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love


Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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