
“Old Tramp” by Laszlo Mednyanszky
it arrived in a downpour
this too-modern morning
my black and blue flesh
unprepared still not finished
with yesterday’s mayhem
and misery no time to bind
broken bones of the night
now the dawn cracks with
onslaught new gunfire rain
melting all my resolve into
rivers of abject surrender
From my book Pieces of Wine
wonderful Paul. Great visual!
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thanks kindly, penny
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Knowledge truly is power!
However truth, rules over knowledge…
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well put, chris
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A tale of thought within an instant…delve deeper a tome of pertinent metaphors. Best thing I’ve read since the old King died.
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cheers, mike
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When we were young we were always itching for a fight; now that we’re old we recognize the wisdom of keeping our heads down . . . Great image; Great verse!
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…great comment
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At the moment I am at a loss of what to do~ despair is not an option.
This was very powerful w/o any sight of Godot.
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P.S. Geesh! That incredible picture will haunt me for a few days.
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it had that effect om me, too
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much appreciated
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Yesterday I passed him in a doorway, Black and Blue flesh, at a loss what to do, did nothing which was still the wrong thing to do…
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I understand, having often encountered the homeless
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“This too modern morning” sets the stage for the old tramp’s lament. Your poetry adds triumph to end of life misery.
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there should be triumph in that, I think
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❤
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Well what can I say…that final line is a heart-grabber.
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thanks dearly
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Most welcome always.
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