Tin Man

it is such a strange thing to be human

 

 

I hear the rhythm of the rain

wind-whipped drops falling to the ground

Tapping on the old window pane

there's music in that lonesome sound

 

Skipping through the morning shower

daisies covered by mist in dew

Calm and warm so tame with power

life springs forth all fresh and anew

 

Watching the world's sins melt away

gifting life with the chance to be

Feeling the sun light up the day

washing the blues away from me

 

Like the man built solely from tin

with a chest full of broken dreams

The rain falls softly on my skin

nothing quite the way that it seems

 

Watching the clouds that turn to rain

falling on the glass by and by

They run down from the window pane

before the grace of you kneel I

 

Author's Note

Such a metaphor for my own life the tin man. Often I am right as rain. Moments later set by depression and doubt. Then the rain comes washes away the blues and I am fine again. The sun comes up and shines upon me again.All my worries pale in consequence.
Tate

Reviews

[TrimarcoRansome]

Hi Tate, After having a break I find this easier too read...Sometimes when you have been working n your own work it's hard to get into a different rhyme, so my fault not yours! I was going to add to my original comment but it seems it has been deleted?!

[Tate Morgan]

Hi dear. I suppose your trouble with the rhyme is the first stanza the one and only time i can remember using a similar rhyme .

[TrimarcoRansome]

Hi Tate,
Yes I think it is, how about around/round instead of down?

[Tate Morgan]

I like that see what you think

[TrimarcoRansome]

Yes! That is so much easier to read now! Really flows and takes you straight into the rest of it

[Tate Morgan]

thank you you were correct i think

[TrimarcoRansome]

Don't rely on me! do what you think is right, I have been working on several pieces of writing recently and it can get stuck in your head sometimes!

[Tate Morgan]

I like your thoughts and respect your opinion. You are classically educated through the English system .

[DBURKE]

Great poem!

[Sean Allen]

He feared the most that which we cannot live without, but he didn't know that he had that which, without it we would have no reason to live.

[Ruth]

I know the feeling!
It is a strange land - in the world of depression xx

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I feel very human after having read this .. of course I have had these feelings myself ..
I love the use of rain then sun and daisies to uplift the poem ..
A wonderful poem, Tate.. and a Happy Memorial Day to you ..

Chloe

[Cassandra D.]

lol, I enjoyed reading this, much.
thanks for sharing.

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

I can relate on a very personal level here. A metaphorical cleansing away of doubt. I think this was very well written and the tin man made me smile. (The Wizard of Oz is one of my favorites) Well done, Tate.

~True

[Mary]

In identify with your note very much, but I truely love the fact that I'm either riding high or tasting the bottom I can honestly say I'm never numb and as the years progress the high rides seem to out number the falls so I see it as a much more ideal existance rather than crusing through without ever really feeling anything. I guess you could say the climbs and sharp falls make it more like a roller coaster at least the rides interesting.

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

Without a doubt, this poem describes the very essence of what it is to be human Tate. Your Authors note is a comforting one I expect, for many who read it, especially here. We writers and poets often feel as you describe. The wizard of oz, a wonderful metaphor of a movie...good over evil...whose shoes would you rather wear?

Smiling at you

Clicking her heels

Tai

[Legion]

Remember, "Oz never gave nothing to the Tin Man that he didn't already have". Nice piece though. Good connection.