Poetry / Of Being

Of Being

of being,
i am not so
quite tired, yet

and so,
with a shave,
a button and a brush

(a clean shirt—
if i can find one),

i push about
the stuff
of appearance—
skin and hair,
fashion and aspiration—

mold an image
(a tad more passable)
for all those
interested others.

and thus, off i’ll go,
if not into the wild blue,
at least into
the yonder unlived hours.

and like all the children
upon whom
the minutes descend
begging admittance,

how it is
that i will fill them
is up to me,

though alone
is not how i had dreamed
t’would be.

and there are…
will be…
have been..

adventures—

cowboys (and Indians),
space men (and women),
skyscrapers, long
voyages across the sea,

and, simply,
a man (or two)

on a stool
playing guitar.

and there are…
will be…
have been…

fields of want ripening
in the late sun,

dry to the touch,
stalks cheerily waving,
only partially obscuring
the ever-alert
seconds

waiting

at the bus stop

on a man
carrying his scythe.

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November 08, 2007

Jeremiah

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October 01, 2006

onlyadreamer

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onlyadreamer reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

Pretty good poem. I guess “fields of want” could work here but I think what you meant was “fields of wheat”.

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October 01, 2006

nelson1

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I love this . It captures lifes existance in a before and after kind instance of time and leaves us curious about the future, this person is either a loner or feels lonely but somehow carries hope for the future.

I’m not sure if the man carrying a scyth represents the end of the mans life, ie death, and the bus stop represents the end of the mans time. a wonderful and captivating piece of writing with a beautiful flow to it. well done.

One typo , i think you missed the i off it in the ninth stanza.

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September 17, 2006

Willow_Wren

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Willow_Wren reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

This is poignant and absolutely lovely, so much inferred in the simplicity of words so precisely chosen. You come full circle with being and death waiting for all of us and how we all must make our own meaning in the time in between as we go about mundane chores and find our purpose and deal perhaps with our losses and disappointments along the way, I was truly moved and touched. Thank you for this poem.