Sitting quietly at a table in a corner bar
With his pride tarnished and a heart broken,
His mind seems to be gone away very far
But he is ready to release his words unspoken...
Covered by cigarette smokes in the air,
While a piano is being played in the background,
He lifts up his face full of tears...
Starting to write words without sounds...
He asks for a soft drink to the barmaid,
And concentrated writing a new poem
He realizes that for his wound, there's no band-aid
Since his life has taken a new form...
Suddenly, a flower girl stops by
Asking him to buy some flower
He felt like a bird that can no longer fly
One with broken wings and no power...
That bird was really me, indeed!
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vivid vivid... i can smell the smoke, hear the sound, feel the heart.... briliant you are in making us feeling every word ....
This depicts a moment in your life were you reflect on what you see as a poet...its actually brillant...look forward to reading more of your poems
this is a realy good poem, i realy like it. :) oh and thankyou for your comment on my poem.
It's an artful talent to write like this. Telling the story but allowing the reader paint the picture! Bravo
You use very graphic words, love d imagery I feel like I'm sitting next to in the smokey bar, I'm drinking some red wine tho. Lol. Keep up the gr8 work :)
Lovely emotional expression, drawing me close to you, to stand by you.May the flower girl give some fragrance to patch up a little heart bun......... nice write up.
very beautifully described loved your style......flower girl keep writing always
Dear poet, this only the second poem that I have read from you, and wow, loved it. I give this a 10. I will be reading more.
You've painted such a credible scene here. I feel like I'm sitting close by soaking up the atmosphere. The juxtaposition of the broken wings and the flower symbolizing freedom are well placed. I hope you choose the flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems there is a great disappointment involved. One can feel the weeping. We must get up and start again-or life is meaningless. Overcome lonely times with all the things God will provide. Ask for the answers. It is another good poem with discriptive value. Go on with your gifts and try to keep the writing warm & peaceful - for now! Wonderful work. Michele Kostelnik Parrillo