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A Poem by Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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................

 

 

© 2014 Muse


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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 12 Years Ago


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The ultimate outsider looking in through the pane of life to newer life that has cast him aside to his own devises. Time was when the young admired listening to the thoughts from the old and wise, now reduced to lead paint too poisonous to consume.

Sad to see yet visually impressive insights, Muse. Excellent!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Great work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice images, great wording, can't say anything else. Lovely piece

Posted 12 Years Ago


Muse,

*Pause* woow!

Indeed, just as expected you have done it again... Bravo!

I know this review is much shorter than normal, right now - my words can not compare, and the less words the better.

Legacy

Posted 12 Years Ago


That was sad but truth! really enjoy your writing, we never know what we're going to get every time. And every time It's worth it..

Posted 12 Years Ago


It was bold imagery to see him wither away like this...
but also sad to not be able to see him for a fountain
of knowledge. Sadly enough...society vies like this way.
Great work here! In some ways we all long for the glory
days of past.

Posted 12 Years Ago


this really does strike fear into the heart...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow I love the imagery here. There are a bunch of older homeless that hang out back of where I work and this write made me think of them. Sweet guys they just have lost their way.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Eerie write, with visual suspence. At first I thought this would be a scary piece, it was serene and thought provoking with nice imagery.

Posted 12 Years Ago


such a thought provoking piece. the sad truth is that we will all grow old and behind our gray hair and wrinkles remains a lifetime of memories made. you brought much substance and eloquence to this write, spoken in a graceful poetic voice. lovely work.

~lori

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 8, 2011
Last Updated on June 8, 2014
Tags: Ageing, poem, poetry, life, enigma, old


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