Unbeknownst MAG

February 4, 2017
By PolinaKassir GOLD, Frederick, Maryland
PolinaKassir GOLD, Frederick, Maryland
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The tweed of the old man’s cap slung
So far forward as to strike him blind;
And all around him goes a hustle-and-a-bustle,
Where an ear opens a vision as tuned as
A bloodhound’s snout on the hunt.
“Olives!” and “Oils!” amongst “Weavings!”
and “Theavings!”
Dealers; hagglers; I-want-more-ers.
Buyers to sellers, and stealers from beggars:
A miscellany of greens and yellows and plaids and stripes and clays and hemps.
Ay! How a newcomer’s whole-ness suffers from the tones all about.
Now see how the tweed-capped old man perches:
As the blackbird on the thinnest of twigs above.
Resting on his knobbly knees lies a stringed
carving of maple,
With a gently strummed chord flowing free
of glances;
Singing as the blackbird does – for granted.
But the old man takes no heave or smoke,
as passersby may note;
For the wind is his breath, working unknown mysteries without a gloat.

The author's comments:

I too inspiration form an illustration of an old man playing a guitar with a somber expression on his face.

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on Mar. 28 2017 at 12:31 pm
PolinaKassir GOLD, Frederick, Maryland
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Thank you @Haase; I really enjoy describing ordinary things without their names, but with detailed description.

Haase BRONZE said...
on Mar. 27 2017 at 9:54 pm
Haase BRONZE, Green Bay, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
What's screws us up the most in life is the picture in our heads of how it's supposed to be;

I love getting inspiration from things you just see living your life! I also really like this poem, the word choice rocks.


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