old man
by AuldMiseryGuts (Member) - published: November 17, 2008
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Category - Poetry
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Lapse laden
He’s lip-
serviced now,
And sleepy

His free hand indulges
His emptiness,
Involved in
The apricot sheets.

The cold room midnights
Around him
And the veins on his arm
Stand out

Under the duck-
down
His companion
Ammonites

A small skull
Burdened by
An anchor
Of black hair.

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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.

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by AuldMiseryGuts

old man "free hand indulges his emptiness"
Resplendent metaphor "his companion Ammonites" creative capacity and richness found here in heart felt pain realities without borders, eyes open, appears unlimited. Not a poet by nature, I write, not in beauty, not in graphic truths. I write scripting, characters, dull blurs, my attempts at poetry are scribbled nothings. You're born of this. A gift.

Tashi Delek!
Draíocht Specialist

[fossil mollusk]
Sarah

( Posted by: wguilddragoness [Member] On: November 18, 2008 )

Sarah
thank you very kindly for your thoughful and generous reading. no fossil mollusk, you, too much heart for that.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 20, 2008 )

Ammonites?
Getting old sucks! Nice work here. That you can so freely pen the makings of small events and give them import impresses me. Great clarity partnered with journeyman skills. I sat around last night and tried deperatly to ammonite but I think I failed miserably.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: November 21, 2008 )

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