I Found A Man

I found a man,

of inordinate exposition.

Skin taught and immutable against his ribs,

forged of iron; sheathed in gold.

Stomach concave with the ache of harsh toil,

plastered in silver, capital of the class.

His heirlooms the recreation of scars,

beaming warily against the raw

skin,

on his wrists and encasing his being.

Feet calloused, impure,

dismaying their prosperous forefather.

Solitary he served, far from legacy.

The epitome of emaciation,

and yet, he is a full man. 

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

This one speaks to me of character traits we would admire in such a person.

Nicely done.

Alisa 💫

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a description of a man worn down by and worn into life, but one who has the scars and wisdom enough to have the understanding not only of life, but also of love....

this is really strong poetry...great wording.

j.

[emme33]

Thank you so much! Great description, spot on :))

[Miss Sharon]

This is an awesome poem with vivid imagery and intoxicating intent. Bravo! ~Sharon

[Karel]

thanks for sharing your beautiful poem. I can only hope you will find somebody of a similar disposition next to yourself soon (if he is not already there)

[emme33]

Thank you Karel! Hopefully soon haha :)))

[Karel]

i keep my fingers crossed