Amsterdam

I´m sorry for adding so many poems in one day.. but I just couldn´t help it

He was tall and fair

An old hat hiding all his hair

Wearing a gray suit

Way too big for him

He was young and bold

But his soul was very old

His heart and mind had been through a lot together

Many a storm

Until a change of weather

Until the pain was gone

He was tall and fair

and lonely

An old hat hiding all his hair

Wearing a gray suit because it was the only

Thing he owned

He was an unwritten story

He meant so much to me

A troubled man

Walking around Amsterdam

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I liked this a lot. It has that simple reflection with a bit of charming rainy day feeling to it. At first, I thought it was about the character in the movie "Gangs of New York" played by Leonardo Dicaprio. With a hum or in small chants and whistles, I could picture a sweet poem like this being as lovely as a fairytale one recognizes in our growing years. I read this poem while listening to a song called "Farewell to the Lasses of Mon Tays". You are as talented in spirit and the written word as you are romantic and beautiful in your brevity and poise. I had a dream some days ago, before reading this poem, and I was visiting an old friend who moved to Amsterdam some years back after leaving a band he played in... here in the States. I was lost, but the scenery and smells of pubs, and of the like made short order of being comforted by smiles and the occasional passer-by. A part of me felt a bit of stress from not understanding Dutch and finding more twists and turns for streets as a rain slowly descended on me. On my forearm was a few lines tattooed there from one of your poems "which is something I have planned for and put to a rough design already", and I stood warily in the shadow of a street light that silhouetted my frame as I looked in the window of a store at night. Though there was noise around me, I saw no one. This poem of yours is quite introspective and year after year I get to read from you these short tales that could easily make for wonderful stories, also!!

Was this poem inspired by maybe you walking 'round town with a friend or something?! What starts a poem like this by you? As you have been writing for a few years now, I would enjoy seeing a much more broad range of using more descriptive language that allows me to hear the long stride of footsteps or even a giggle or two from a friend that may be accompanying the subject of your poem.

I am a faithful and honest fan and Lover of your poetry, my beautiful friend. You do not seem to be boxed in by boring lines that go nowhere. They are emotional and at times, they are heart-jarring. I DO wish the poem was a bit longer, maybe hearing about who he eventually meets, his destination "if any", and/or the expression on his face. : ) Beautiful poem, Johanna!!! xoxoxoxo -Your Mark

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem. The photo and words took me with you in thoughts to places of thoughts. I like the description of the man. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

There is a musical rhythm to your words... a dance of darker dreams, as it were... and I loved the way the poem brought such an emotional connection to this man found in his wanderings...

[Johanna]

Thankyou Craig for a very kind review :)

[Rene Salinas]

I found solace in this writing. I am unsure as to the reasons. I think it is becuase the representations are held by respect and tenderness and also by the atmosphere which their particular images carry. From the old man with a hat so peculiar, To the bold man to the tall and fair to the what may happen oh, in Amsterdam from all places.

Enchanting.

Thankyou

[Avinash]

Johanna ..You are gifted to read the soul of men. When you write about a man and his loneliness, it turns out to be a masterpiece.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Wow this is beautiful I love how you captured this and presented it so vividly! :) Strong and captivating And i just love this for you viewing the people paying attention to the small things well done :)