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Post by rustybroadspear on Nov 8, 2011 14:38:29 GMT -5
Boy in a Box Five in the morning, I lay curled in my box At the side of some road somewhere. I heard nature yawning and scratching its derriere, The first of many pollution peddlers zipped by. I like the mornings, The Sun felt hot on my box. I was sleepy, so I pulled off the road. Rubbing my eyes, up ahead was a box, A boy, about mid teens, crawled out. Camouflage coat, worn blue jeans, Tanned face topped with yellow hair. “What’s this kid doing there?”I took off my coat and folded my box And crossed the road to a car that had stopped. The driver in his forties with shirt and tie Looked like he’d been rubbing his eyes. “I want a lift to wherever you’re going.” He let me in and only then did I chill. His coat and box on the back seat I looked down at sandals on his feet. I was about to turn the key When it attacked me tight across the chest Pains down my right, I silently screamed as I lost the fight.I saw the sweat popping through his furrowed brow And knew the time was now. I reached for his hand and Quietly said, “You must go home” “You will never have this pain again.” I left him slumped against his side window. I was glad I had stopped, I awoke refreshed. As I pulled out I saw a hitchhiker Climb in a 4 x 4 and join a young family. It brought back the weirdest dream. A dream I could never tell Because as Bishop of this Parish It scares me to Hell.I don’t like evenings, the closing page of a day, But then job is done - and who am I to say?
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Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 8, 2011 21:08:40 GMT -5
Had to work a bit to figure out (said at the end) that it was a dream. Rather strange and eerie like a premonition of your own death. Yet not a disturbing poem. My Dad died of a heart attack, his second. Get this though, at the time he was listening to a friend on the phone telling him a dirty joke. Now that's how my Dad, an Army vet with a wicked sense of humor, should have passed on and he did!
Take care, Mike
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Nov 11, 2011 3:31:35 GMT -5
well-expressed and written poem, thanks for shring and poting and ENJOY your award!
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Post by icee on Nov 11, 2011 12:24:29 GMT -5
intriguing and well written poem, CONGRTAS on the POTD
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Post by rustybroadspear on Nov 12, 2011 5:10:48 GMT -5
thank you for your comments Mike, Lisa and Icee ................. and thanks for the award - I stand proudly on the podium ........
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Post by purplespirit on Nov 13, 2011 12:53:10 GMT -5
Although it seems a bit like a riddle to me (sorry), I like the way it is written and I like the thought it stirs, so I sincerely congratulate you to the award Rusty. It's always nice to read your work! Ulla xx
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