Michael Vacek Poet Prose

A Lone Wolf In My Office

He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap, 
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I ever get to the ripe old age of 88,
I want to be this lone wolf silhouette of a man.

A slow gait with frailty of movement.
Each step carefully orchestrated and contemplated.
Making one worry the next may become a fall.
But he moves on without even a stumble.
Steadfast stature and posture braced on any lowly perch.

Outer coat showing gaps of missing muscle and mass.
Paws and face forlornly exposed with past battles scorned.
All affairs in perfect order, the next move oft anticipated.
Irises glossy white shadowed with blue wisdom and mystery.
Draped with curtains and folds boldly saying "I am."

Negotiations begin with silence in wait of movement.
Tail wagging intently, teeth exposed only when he smiles.
No bite to his bark, he needn't growl nor gnarl. 
Few words, saying only what needs to be heard.
Walking away after a handshake, flash of teeth, and a wink.

 


09/12/17

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John Hamilton September 17, 2017 at 9:17 PM What did I tell you Michael, you are a rising star, to get first place in a premium contest hosted by Craig...you don't know what you just did, amazing write, now stay humble and keep writing!!woohoo! Michael Vacek September 17, 2017 at 11:30 PM Thanks John. I am having a lot of fun exploring the gift of writing. I wish I would have begun this journey many years before. But, maybe I wasn't ready. There is a time for everything.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 17, 2017 at 8:29 AM Back to congratulate you! I see I'm not the only one who thinks this piece is fantastic :) xomo! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 17, 2017 at 12:22 PM I have no idea :) my struggle the same. Michael Vacek September 17, 2017 at 8:41 AM Thank you. You know, this is something I struggle with. I've been withing for such a short period of time that what I think is a star floats like a rock and what seems like a rock shoots amidst he stars. You definitely sniffed this one out first. What's your secret?

Agnes Krampe September 16, 2017 at 9:05 PM Congrats on your win, Michael. I enjoyed this interesting portrait. Michael Vacek September 17, 2017 at 8:46 AM Thank you Agnes. I feel like I'm at a who's who PS Galla event with all of these comments, including yours, from such talented Soupers. I am humbled.

Eve Roper September 16, 2017 at 7:09 PM The prose poem is fabulous, congratulations on your awesome win, Michael... Eve ~`* Michael Vacek September 16, 2017 at 7:52 PM Thank you Eve. I am humbled by your accolade.

John Michaels September 16, 2017 at 12:20 PM Lovely write regarding what appears to be an exceptional individual. Congratulations on your First Place win. Regards, John. Michael Vacek September 16, 2017 at 12:46 PM Thank you. He handled himself in such away that I felt like I needed to thank him after he took everything he wanted.

Craig Cornish September 16, 2017 at 12:18 PM Michael, Congrats on your win in my contest. I loved this on first read and continued going back to it. It is what prose poetry should be, the perceptive images unfolding and that reverse twist with the "wolf" analogy - the way your write wasted no words, built from entrance to wink---a fine piece of writing. Michael Vacek September 16, 2017 at 12:43 PM Craig, You are too kind. Thank you for your words. I broke away from the rhyme I usually adhere to because prose allows one to focus on the subject. Thank you for this honor. I truly do appreciate your feedback.

Jan Allison September 15, 2017 at 5:33 PM what a wonderful descriptive write he sounds like he's one heck of a character:-) hugs Jan xx Michael Vacek September 15, 2017 at 9:14 PM Thank you. It was actually what he wasn't that was most appealing. No pride, no needless banter, relaxed confidence rather than exhuberanc.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 12, 2017 at 8:35 PM This is awesome :) Michael Vacek September 13, 2017 at 12:27 PM Thanks Maureen. This is real life...this gentleman actually did walk into my office yesterday. When I'm. 88, I want to be that guy. I smiled all the way through the meeting. He had all his ducks in a row, got everything he wanted, and left everybody smiling.