A drunken man paces the night, drinking his glass of excuses. The drunken man sorrows in his self-pity, but never changes his habits. The murmurs of late night TV never give him answers, nor resolve his problems, instead it babbles on about unimportant things that are not amusing. The drunken man mimics the TV and seeks life with his hands on the keyboard and his sleepless eyes glazed over, waiting for the monitor to respond.
An old man walks everyday in his Sunday best. He does not smile; maybe he nods. He sports a long black coat, a pair of clean slacks, a white blouse and a tie. One knows not of where he goes, and whom he sees. Does he do it for himself? Dignity maybe, for he must look his best when time has caught up to him.
The girl who does not eat. For she can not believe what the numbers mean, and she can not trust what her friends say. She denies the pleasure of food, eats each bite as if it were poison. The mirror shows her, size 18. Her stomach twists.
The petrified rabbit moves not a hair for the creature may see that it's there.
wow.....very powerful portrait. please read this poem...it provides some answers.
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also...
http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Wild_Geese.html
and!
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/133.html
these poems are comforting and empowering and short (i like short!). i hope you can find some meaning in them for yourself. you are an amazing person--keen insight and a wonderful writer.
The first two where great, really hit home. The third link didn't work. But thank you. I hope to improve.
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