gordon

Old man stands silently a hand flutters like a leaf in the breeze
Mottled skin spotted with reds and browns without a crease
Age stops to wait in silent solace of memory at his doorstep
Who sees him anymore as he blends so perfectly into nature?

Sheets hung across an alleyway billow like the ships they once traveled on
Spice hangs in the air lingering for so long after it has gone
Women clothed in black watch like the raven seeing all without comment
A bell rings out its summons to resume prayer and they turn

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Philo

This is thoughful and observant in its creation which shines in its final form. It was like walking with you through a neighborhood while you described the sights, the people, their historys and their dreams. Sweet.

I love the notion of age providing camouflage, to replace failing speed and coodination.

petrel}

Very evocative, Gordon. Your poem seems to portray the time and history which is bound up so intrinsically(sp?) in every person on the planet. Thank you for the "experience"


Petrel

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A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

P. G. Wodehouse, Uneasy Money

gordon

Petrel glad you liked it
Philo the camouflage you picked up on was so well hidden I didn't see it even though I wrote it poems seen through other eyes reveal new things all the time thanks for that one
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flowersprite

as always yours are real good.