by busy street
you find him
with tool of trade
spread out
in quiet welcome
a missing heel
hole in the sole
a quick fix
is at hand
across the distance
scraps of paper
peppered lyrical
speaks in prose
of times and lives
another busy street
wares of words
a soul not whole
two opposites
yet alike
life's destination
transitory still
paint palette
poised to stroke
passing canvases
you and me
you find him
with tool of trade
spread out
in quiet welcome
a missing heel
hole in the sole
a quick fix
is at hand
across the distance
scraps of paper
peppered lyrical
speaks in prose
of times and lives
another busy street
wares of words
a soul not whole
two opposites
yet alike
life's destination
transitory still
paint palette
poised to stroke
passing canvases
you and me
1 comment:
Nice permutation of words as always. I think I get the idea of a tormented soul looking to fix uncertainties of lifes many challenges through prose and comparing it to a cobbler fixing broken soles. Would have liked it more if your wondering mind described the busy street in a more vived sense in what you were trying to potray. Well, try something...rewrite and rewrite again and see how the idea of reminisence and rememberence takes hold. Let your mind free through the surroundings besides focusing inwardly only with you and CobblerDude. Just an opinion though..don't change your style!... like i said just an opinion. Very nice piece this one. Your poems are beautiful.
Squirrel buddy's friend, M.
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