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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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EMF
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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We'll all have our turn at the window.....if we're fortunate. Increasingly, I spend more time there. This is very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I loved your wordplay in this piece! You kept great rhythm and pacing throughout and I think the format is unique and interesting. Great job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow, yet another beautiful poem with vivid imagery that conjures the picture of this old man. I like the end, "Frail like lead paint, slowly peeling, chipping away...." it adds a roundabout age to this man for I visualized an old house where the paint was flaking away, and because lead paint is no longer used in modern houses it specifies a generalized time (at least to me it does). Impressive work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A stunning poem. Very poignant and revealing

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love your poem!

Posted 12 Years Ago


READ MY FACE AND THE MANY LINES OF LESSONS ...
WON AND LOST...
read my hands and the scars thereon...
all earned in this lifespan of ...
deliberate decisions.

excellent write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow that is quite well done I have under estimated you by many I raise you back to great height in my eyes

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Beautifully structured with great feeling! I enjoyed reading this!

WindSong

Posted 12 Years Ago


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MAC
are you serious?? wow dear lady you are amazingly talented. love this piece! the elderly have a special place in my heart and i love reading their faces. what a special and most incredible piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This poem flows nicely !
I loved how you added a photo to help readers with picturing the stuff you wrote :)
Great work!

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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