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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sun setting over the dark green fringe of a shivering lake on the last day of winter An old man still unbent sits on a deserted wooden bench with the load of his cares on his convex-ed back beside him a plastic bag full of weekend wares sags unable to straighten his cowed congested torso he blinks through mist hanging under barely-clothed branches hardly a soul trips over the jagged burnt-amber cobbled-bricks fresh bursts of prickly sweat teem under collar cramped armpits the unease of sticky underwear stretches taut legs but the load will not set him free from the pincer lock and spanner hold three score and the six year curse undermine the octogenarian as if a cast-iron sickle and chain hooked his mind to a runaway train he gasps and leans against the load his eyes smart assailed by the column of simmering myriad mirror chips dancing on the lake swept by swishing cold blasts of reed-tossed gleam over the never becalmed lake transparent linden and birch stare cropped and cut-up naked and unashaméd neither warblers nor crows crouch hushed in their lost fastnesses only the claret whistle-sharp tweets of a lonely but jolly Great tit cleave the air from sunrise all around the lake and skirting tenement-flats tree tops piercing clear over the crunch of tires stuttering hoots and growls of changing gears while the Song thrush apes and parodies the forlorn complaint past children yelling during recess after painted gaudy face rubber balls spilling over gated kindergarten railings for days now she or a he calls on every cluster of branch brush or bower breach dingk dingk/dingk dingk/dingk dingk dingk dingk dingk dingk ding.../ wher've ya been dingk dingk dingk dingk... have you/have you/have you seen my mate these days now/ have you/tell me now... the burnished listless eye of molten gold over the sill of mauve ether waves floating on grey eminences of pencil-shade cloud banks reflecting infinitesimal shiny scales all aquiver in the instant gaze till the yellow yolk gold stains the melancholy mauve looming larger than the eye yet for some more moments as the grave grey grow round as a robin flirt the demure circular twinkling of the garden warbler tweeting for a partner as the silver beam on the tired murky waters recedes even as it were there now now no more the mauve turning ever so reluctantly till grey cloud formations recall the silver-lining of a sunken undimmed molten globe © T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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