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
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...
i love the descriptive imagery!!!
this is superb!!!
"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
So very apt.
Anyone who knows him will understand your meaning, and certainly all the motes of guidance and inspiration he exudes touch many.
I think that as a gift, this is truly lovely writing.
I understand what Jonathan says about the last lines, but considering his delight in wordsmithery, I think it fits well here.
I'm really enjoying having a good read, I may pop up in your comments again.
xx
Beautiful!! Old people are truly inspiring to the observant writer, there is much to learn from those who have gone before. It is in the willingness to learn that we grow. They do have an aura of significance and a presence that lingers.
Well done hon ((((((((((((((((AMBER))))))))))))))))))
He's written many a tribute to you too Amber... have you seen them all? He is very quiet at the moment but if I know him at all, I know he will be thrilled with this. I wrote one for him once and he insisted the subtitle be 'The W@nker'. My title for it was 'The Magician Poet'.
My name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GA
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