He Smiled...

by N J Thornton   Mar 18, 2005


He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone…
watching silent musical notes
dance upon his frozen breath
He smiled
Then picking up a smooth glass rose, His still rose
they wandered…
a witness, a man with a torn brown jacket followed…
Stopping at a shop window, there a painting leaned...
baby bubbles hovered his lips…
A hand painted family gathered around a rose, like his
He reflected about his own family,
remembering he was once an artist too.
He smiled…
and quickly moved away,
the follower had returned, covered with tattered clothes
Through the window, a mirror hung
He smiled...
and stepped away

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    Nice original poem! it flowed well and it used good language! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaylee

    It's a really different poem and I don't know if I really got the meaning, your poems are always full of depth. Is it about the first man not being happy with himself but yet the man in tatters doesn't have much but is happy at what he does have? Either way your poems all seem to mean other than what we see on the surface and that is what makes them stand apart from the narrative ones on the site.

  • 18 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    Once again, very different and amusing. The content was spectacular and touching. You really have a great way with words. Keep it up! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Kayla

    This poem made me think...I really don't know what to say...Full of emotion...Plz look at mine...Thanks and keep writting...

  • 18 years ago

    by XxTeArSxX17

    Wo wamazing your really good and i love your style 5.5

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