“Man in Black Hat” by David Flam
any white shirt would do
for a black and white stageplay
as long as I got to recite
my lines wearing my old
soft black cowboy hat
crown-pinched and brim-rolled
like pages of scripts my gray
fingers would worry
again and again line-by-line
word-for-word all to memorize
life in the hope that some
slightest applause
might redeem the dull effort
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Great word picture lending color to the black and white in a poignant painting.
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thank you friend professor
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*claps* 🙂
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*bows*
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Really like the imagery here ‘like pages of scripts my gray fingers would worry again and again line-by-line’. I’ve done that myself but fortunately my fingers aren’t yet gray.
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ahh, sweet youth
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Excellent, Paul–perfection.
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thanks dearly, Caddo
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You nailed it! Thank you, much enjoyed.
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appreciate that
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Does applause really help? If so receive mine.
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sure it does – and I thank you with a humble bow
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A poem of effort and worry about ‘doing it right’ – a metaphor for life.
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these days I worry if I worried enough back when it mattered
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Ah yes, we are all actors searching for some stage, aren’t we . . .
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arriving, as we have, here on WordPress
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Love this! I have never been really attracted to the dramatic arts but I can imagine that one would want to hold on to something that’s just for one’s self!
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well said
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I’d forgotten this favorite–love the strong visual; sad for the sense that brilliance is not realized by the one making not at all dull effort.
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the self is often the dullest person we know
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Oh yeah, tell me about it! Guess that’s one reason we need friends.
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Thank you Paul for this lovely piece. I can so see the worried pages curled like the brim of your hat. Great bridge between the scene and the action. Encore!!
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sincerely appreciate your thoughtful comment
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Oh Wowza–this retains the impact, perfection of when I first read it in 2013.
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*smile*
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🙂
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Being a student , i am really inspired by your poetry sir
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I appreciate your generous comment – we are all students, learning life as we live it
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Do check out my articles and let me what you think about it
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