Anecdote Poem by Will Barber

Anecdote

Rating: 5.0


A nameless one, who toiled alone,
And waited for the telephone
To ring, grew restless on a day
When winds blew all his dreams away

In gusts of news. No raindrops fell;
Nor did he cry, 'Farewell, farewell! ',
While drifting to the farther shore.
He hoped for nothing, nothing more.

When his boat beached on the strand,
Kindly natives lent a hand;
They carried him to hospital,
Where he exclaimed, 'Fare well! fare well! '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aisha Sherazi 22 November 2007

Hi Will! I liked this very much, and am keen on rhyme. This has your usual enthusiasm! A lovely write! :)

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Brian Dorn 17 November 2007

Well done, Will! I like how you cleverly used the same word(s) for two distinctly different meanings... very creative and nicely played. Excellent write! !

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Robert Howard 14 November 2007

Finely crafted indeed. I enjoy the way the thought drives across the rhyme in the final two lines of the first stanza and the shift of meaning from 'farewell to fare well.' The central thesis that when our continued existence escapes our control, others are there to step in and carry us to safety is comforting to read.

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Duncan Wyllie 11 November 2007

You have a great way of reaching your audience Will, thankyou for posting Love duncan X

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Sandra Fowler 10 November 2007

Very lyrical and poignant. IMO, a poem without music is a poem without a soul. Beautiful write, Will. I hope you will not say 'Farewell' for a long time to come. Your poetess friend, Sandra

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excellently laid out piece

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Luis Gil 08 December 2008

A poem of the naked kind. Silence, please.... A free spirit is talking.

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Chitra - 01 August 2008

nice one, of high creative acumen

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Greenwolfe 1962 08 March 2008

Even more interesting . Greenwolfe 1962

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Esther Leclerc 18 December 2007

My dear, hope dies hard, especially with love of friend and family... more so in the unexpected kindness of strangers. I hope that you know how well YOU are loved! This poem means alot to me. A Forever Favorite. Thank you... Your decades-to-be old friend, Esther : ]

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