Bereft

Boorish hater of light. Bashful, burrowing soul. Baited with putrid smells, Bereft of colorize. Basking in dirt and damp. Baying at sounds above. Being ... once a human.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/31/2016 3:19:00 PM

Just saw this message to me. I rarely see replies, but yes, I watched the american version of that tv show Being Human as well. Hey, can you suggest for me your personal favorite among your poems. I am running late and can't seem to find one of yours that I have not already seen and I don't have time for the long narrative. HOpefully another day!!

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/31/2016 3:26:00 PM

I like them all, Andrea (so modest am I). ;-)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/16/2016 3:56:00 PM

a lonely wolf man this must be!! did you ever watch the BBC show 'Being Human" It was a ghost living with a vampire and a wolfman. It too explored the sadness of those who would lose their humaneness.

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/16/2016 8:15:00 PM

I watched the American version on the SyFy Channel.

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 8/16/2016 12:54:00 PM

Nice write. Best of luck in the contest.

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/16/2016 2:04:00 PM

Thank you, Scott.

Daniel Turner

Date: 8/15/2016 9:15:00 PM

That would be bereft on all accounts. I like the way you challenge the reader to think on this one, Tom. Good luck in contest.

Tom Arnone
Date: 8/15/2016 9:42:00 PM

Thanks, Daniel....