The genius

Writing as I go not sure where I'm going with it

The genius stood
As heathens looked
He strode and walked away
He'd made a plan a discovery
In that winters day
In his invention book

He walked swiftly home
To bed and fire well warm alight
And kissed his pillow where once
She lay and used to rest her body light
Alas She had fled from him that night
So long ago

For in his madness
His genius madness
Under some love hate spell
He had hurt her accidentally
By force she fell
She once lay there
So much beauty so pure he did fear
So now he's left alone
With beggars poor
Who keep knocking at his wooden door

In the dead of night a wail of child and mother
He alights from bed and draws them
To his fire near
He looks at woman's face in cloak
Hidden bent low in dark
The fires light on baby and her bare breast
He sees her scar there
He remembers that fading mark
He put there so long ago
It's her woman from oh so
Long ago come back
To free his guilt
That festered in his mind so

He takes her back
No wind no snow for her and her
Unknown fathered child
They will never have to beg again
For shelter so
So the genius the woman and her baby go
And feed and teach the beggars
In poor streets and in cold snow
Of days so long ago

His ghost I bet it wanders there
In dead of night
And with his woman and child delight in sight
He searches for his invention book he lost long ago
Till
Some genius will find it here one day
And be the new genius on that day
His work will not be futile then
For what he wrote will bring him back

So until then
He still writes with his invisible
And white ghost pen
In his bedroom with no firelight
He loves his woman and child so near
And in beggars dreams he stil appears

The beggar finds his book
Hidden under some old wooden nook
He reads with great interest now
It's about the man that genius man
Who saved him from starvation now
In it it read
If you should find this book
Just do as I so neatly said
Take it to the library
And you will find a hundred grand
So this beggar laughed aloud
And took it to the library mAn
There was a random for his book
And a sum of a hundred grand
This beggar was over moon and stars righ now
All dressed up
With nought to go
He had learnt his lesson so
No money can change a man indeed
It has to come from life in need

Author's Note

Nonsense maybe there's a deep meaning maybe not
Maybe religious maybe not see what u want as u read it

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not really nonsense...geniuses get lost in themselves and their inventions of the mind---and they forget people...he abandoned her emotionally....but they found one another again, and he had learned to put things in the right perspective...

now someone else found his book and can learn from the genius' mistake.

j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Jacob for your review very insightful

[Damien Ridge]

I took meaning from it. From a couple parts actually. I connected with the "For in his madness
His genius madness
Under some love hate spell
He had hurt her accidentally" It was just really easy to picture and also gave me feels. Be aware of the ones you love, even when you are hardly aware of yourself kinda deal. And also at the end when the homeless man finds the invention book. It was a good story actually and I'm glad I found your writing. Thanks for sharing!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Wow thank you was going to delete now I don't think I will x
I'll read some of yours now

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I added last long paragraph is it better without it

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I wrote fairly quick with inspiration out of nowhere I wish I knew my own mind