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I wrote three poems "Two Windows" "The Bridge"(a two line poem in the center of the other two) and "Thomas Gordon". The three unite to create one shape poem in the shape of the letter H. This write was inspired by and is written for a hugely important person in my life. I hope this poem like a prayer reaches the ears of the universe and may it bounce back with positive results.

 

               

 

The Scarlet Letter H



Two Windows                    The Bridge                           Thomas Gordon                                                       

You could tell,                                                                  He was an older man
You knew,                                                                        With a nice smile.
One beside the other.                                                        He was always
They were, dressed                                                           Impeccably dressed,
In sheer outfits...                                                              Impeccably groomed.
One beige, One tan                                                           So when it happened,
Both stripped                                                                   When everyone
identically.                                                                       Heard it happened,
They had,  they have,                                                       They were shocked.
Identical panes.                                                                His peers liked him,
Every moment                                                                  His peers respected 
Of every day                                                                     Him. His demeanour
They looked at,                                                                 Never changed.
The same identical                                                            The company was 
Outdoor scene.                                                                 Downsizing.
Every moment                                                                  Thomas Gordon was 
Of every day                                                                     Deemed redundant.
They looked at,                                                                 He gathered
The same identical                                                            His belongings
Indoor scene.                                                                   Left  immediately, 
I suppose                                                                         Without a word to
one could say                                                                   Anyone. thirty five 
At least one was,                                                              Years of his life
                 It takes a clear thought - a 360% forensic inspection
                 A battle well fought, to get to an accurate conclusion 
At least one is,                                                                  Ended abruptly. The
Redundant. But,                                                                Next day everyone
If you looked deeper                                                          Read about him on
These two identical                                                            The front page of the
Windows                                                                           Newspaper. He was
Were, are far from,                                                            Trending on the 
Redundant.                                                                       Internet. so when it 
When you opened                                                              Happened when
Both windows                                                                    Everyone heard...
And only when                                                                   He did not go 
BOTH were opened                                                             Directly home.
An amazing                                                                        On that fateful day
phenomenon occurred                                                        Thomas Gordon ran 
A natural, soothing,                                                            Into a burning home.
Refreshing, necessary,                                                        He saved two lives
Breeze, filled the room.                                                       Without a thought 
Oxygen to breathe                                                              For his own welfare.
They were, They are                                                           Apparently
Two windows.                                                                     Mr. Gordon
Identical?- Yes!                                                                   Was anything
But redundant?...,                                                               BUT redundant.

 

September 4 2015
Armand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/20/2015 7:00:00 PM
Hello Armand, thank you for the sweet comment on my poem. I'm just here enjoying some of my favorite and best poets of 2010 - 1015 :) Hope you are well enjoying what is left of 2015. Sending an early Christmas Message with Hugs. May you have a blessed Christmas and a happy New Year. Good luck in all you do during 2016. ~SKAT LOVE~
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Date: 12/19/2015 11:39:00 AM
How cleverly dramatic with a point poetically made about a very real problem in the business world; and, therefore, personal worlds. A sad problem. I enjoyed your original write ... CayCay
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Date: 12/13/2015 4:08:00 PM
Oh are you redundant from soup ?Of course not : )But if you ever feel that way , maybe you should return from another window to this burning home, Im sure you can save a life or two with your amazing poems..A fave.
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Date: 11/30/2015 3:24:00 PM
Oh how I wish, you were still here Maurice!! I have always enjoyed reading your fine gift of art... As Richard has said, your writing always amazes me with everything you write... Sending sweet blessings to you dear man.... hugs Theresa
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Date: 11/25/2015 9:57:00 AM
You never cease to amaze! If you have a chance read my poem a cup of empty. It is going to be made into a song. Thanks for commenting on my most recent poem.
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Date: 10/26/2015 12:10:00 AM
WOW, Armand, to be here and read this poem, made me miss you even more. Still you remain the best and most creative poet on this site. It is a heartfelt poem... I hope you are well. You are in my thoughts. Always your #1 FAN.... (A FAV) LINDA
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Date: 9/25/2015 7:02:00 PM
Congratulations on POTD Armand. This is magnificent!
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Date: 9/11/2015 2:57:00 PM
Vous êtes un génie, absolument génial
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Date: 9/7/2015 6:02:00 AM
The inform: I am copying and pasting my congratulations to all of the poets who have joined the list of; "Poem of the Day" poets! I'm certain this is an Honor to all! "Congratulations"!..Wow, this was an exciting write Maurice! A lil' something, the word "faithful", with your flow of thought here, I'm wondering if the word should be;...fateful? Great write!...Ok....enyore arcane...mi
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Date: 9/6/2015 5:32:00 AM
Glad that you stopped by with this. Too often, we can't see past the surface, or worse, some don't care to.
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Date: 9/5/2015 10:17:00 PM
This is stunning, Armand! I never learned of this man before. I googled him just now and there were too many others with this name. It makes me want to know how you knew of him and to know even more about him. Poem of the day too? Wow, BIG Congrats to you Gotta fave this one, my friend. Sure hope you will post others. I just know you have been writing a lot!! Miss you!
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Date: 9/5/2015 5:22:00 PM
Great write, Armand, congratulations on poem of the day. Hugs Eve
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Date: 9/5/2015 3:53:00 PM
A great poem beautifully done. Loved always my lovely friend,bl
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Date: 9/5/2015 12:16:00 PM
Well planned and written piece of poetry. As a retiree I am firmly of the belief that actual retirement is a myth! God Bless. D.
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Date: 9/5/2015 11:52:00 AM
Armand what an incredibly creative and thought provoking write - so so so so so glad to see you posting again - stay strong - you are always in my thoughts:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 9/5/2015 9:05:00 AM
Hello Armand!! So good to see you around! You have lost none of your creativity and personal unique style. This topic is the basis for a lengthy discussion...redundancy in its many aspects. Well written and presented. #7 Wishing you all the best.....paul
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Date: 9/5/2015 7:53:00 AM
So great to see you back. What an innovative piece. Congratulation on POTD.
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Date: 9/5/2015 6:35:00 AM
- One really wonderful poems ..... and a pleasure to read from you again, Armand - Congratulations on your p.o.t.d. !!!! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 9/4/2015 4:56:00 PM
Thank you for sending us your words, and we send you back warmth and love, how much we do miss you...hugs xx
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Date: 9/4/2015 2:15:00 PM
Although a lifelong career seems to define us, it really doesn't. We still are that same compassionate soul with or without that job.I applaud you on an excellent write...A fav
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Date: 9/4/2015 12:18:00 PM
Hello, Armand. A truly beautiful and thought provoking write. The message, while it is of deep sadness and import, reminds this reader how it is always our option on how our existence will impact other people. Redundant is a cruel word adopted during economic depression but which need not define any of us. I know you said this does not mean your return NOW. Still, your post brings me comfort, knowing you still have the Soup in your heart. Take care, Armand. God bless you and yours. hugs! Kim
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