Ink Whispers

Ink Whispers

A Poem by Angelheaded Hipster
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For Paul Squires...

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There's an old man,
in a grey fedora
and grey suit
with a slow rolling
gait and pays attention
to every little thing
that surrounds him

When the old man laughs,
I can sense it in the
rays of the sun,
when the old man cries,
its heard in the painful
tinklings of a well worn
piano that's seen its share

The old man inspires,
whether he knows it or not,
his life cord intertwined
with the world that he holds
in his hands
The grey hat is but a thing,
a part of him, it does not
define him
The words don't define
There aren't enough to give
him a proper name

The old man has
a way about him,
no it's not me waxing
romantic, but waxing
poetic of an old man
who makes the world

a little lighter

a little brighter

He's always there
Even if I can't spy him
out of my eyes
I sense him

With a pen
a hat
a laugh
a grin

I send a flutterby
a butterfly
to him.

© 2010 Angelheaded Hipster


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This was liqiud narration. I enjoyed the image of the old man which seems to me to be a Dylan Thomas influence.

The only thing that bothered me was the slight humor in the ending. The words flutterby and butterfly was seemed to scramble up the rhythm of the poem you had going there.

Here's my suggestion of an alternative ending:

I send a butterfly
back to him.

This would be more subtle and thought provoking...


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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this imagery is very strong and the emotion is very sweet :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


This poem made me imagine the old men who sit in the park in the city that seem ancient and steadfast as they play their games of chess for hours on end. They seem to be a continuence of time but yet they are young in their own way, their minds as keen as if they were 20. I really liked the flow of this. The visuals were perfect.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was liqiud narration. I enjoyed the image of the old man which seems to me to be a Dylan Thomas influence.

The only thing that bothered me was the slight humor in the ending. The words flutterby and butterfly was seemed to scramble up the rhythm of the poem you had going there.

Here's my suggestion of an alternative ending:

I send a butterfly
back to him.

This would be more subtle and thought provoking...


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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