Old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

Reviews

[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.

[Clay Feet]

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!

[M Garcia]

Great work.

[Alastor]

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

[Legacy]

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

[silentpoet]

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..

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

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.

[Helpless]

this really does strike fear into the heart...

[joshua deathdealer]

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.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

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

[-Ink Artist-]

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