Mr. Tale


Awaiting Redemption - Poem by Mr. Tale

Awaiting redemption
The deaf tailor had full attention
Looking at a broken mirror
His will taught him to fear her

Don't be fragile, so the legend says
In his mind, his regret skillfully lays
A witch on a stick flies above the meadow
Following her, you know she has no shadow

A reflection on the water states you can sing
But in that lonely park, you wonder
How it is that all the trees are connected by a string
As the rain which brings the thunder is caught in a blunder

There you find a sound recorder sitting on a stall
Next to him a wild tiger is holding his phone
Taking the leaves out of his hand made shirt
He stocks up the goose, with which he prepared to flirt

He calls you a mad-man although he can't smile
Through his glasses, everybody comes with a file
You're thinking if that beast was a liar
Or that maybe it's her you should really hire

The radio machine has gone out of order
As the paperboy swore and took it on his shoulder
Bringing happy news on some dreaded sheets
Saying the writers deserve to be kept on their sits

The doctor has his name cut down to half
Making you come and meet all the staff
Shaving a window that looks on the stars
You say it is daylight, since the sky want to hide their shiny scars

Undressing the clothes you specifically bought
His white glitters as a midnight dote
He says he doesn't know how it feels
But that you should just ignore it until after the pills

So how do you read a goodbye letter?
Sending it out knowing it's almost like fresh feather
It was once alive, now it's gone
And near the end you find the beginning for which you longed

But in the stores the vendor all rise
Their king turned weary wearing a blind man's disguise
Blaming the palace for its tiny door
Near the entrance you quickly think of a ship sinking by the shore

Now the past and present are filled with hope
Telling the wild it has found a cure to cope
All the voices and wounds are filled in remorse
As the crazy-wagon is led by a detained horse

You see the metaphor was a case of religion
And by the river, you see a legion awaiting decision
His siege has brought up funny remarks
Because back home he knows he's surrounded by sharks

The ball room is now lit in shade
He sits there alone, expecting a bold man's raid
And before the expert gives his final judgment he looks above,
Saying 'You are a man with a wish to starve from love'


Comments about Awaiting Redemption by Mr. Tale

  • Ric S. Bastasa (12/21/2009 6:37:00 PM)


    One word
    — one stone
    in a cold river.
    One more stone—
    I'll need many stones
    if I'm going to get over.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009



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