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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 13 Years Ago


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Wow, Muse. You have left me speechless. This is touching and brilliant. Wonderfully penned.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the flow, the use of clever metaphors and paints the image with words....

Posted 12 Years Ago


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"I will be extinguished, I understand;
But why fade away
When I can go with a bang!"

Immortality is for cowards, what scares me is what comes before the end.
Great poetry! :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this shows what happens to a man in dotage and decrepitude. it's a slow process losing one's senses towards the end of their life. an eloquent way of presenting it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That reminds me of 'The last master of the glass bead game', a poem by Hermann Hesse from his novel 'Das Glasperlenspiel', - that masterly writing of yours.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Compelling is the word, heartfelt and so utterly emotive in the sense of time and aging and life and death itself and what it means to be forgotten, the ending is sheer determination and the reader really gets the sense of feeling of being nothing in a world passing by quicker than the mind can think.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow i really love your use of strong imagery. You are truly very poetic and have a true poets' heart. It's very well written and laid out. Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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AK
Beautiful description. Your similes are very creative and very accurate. Way to go!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is wonderful work.

"calloused hands
like old cement"

Very nice. Perhaps you have an older crusty self within begging for approach. He is waiting at the window, beckoning for something even he does not understand. He not only had a future, he is your future as you also learn to wait.


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely love, "he's had a future, he's had a past." This piece wasn't just beautifully descriptive, it made me really think about a full life. Great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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