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Old Man and His Book

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.

Tickets the "card dealer," From Street Life in London   1877 by John Thomson and  Adolphe Smith

Tickets the "card dealer," From Street Life in London 1877 by John Thomson and Adolphe Smith

Once walked a man with ice for hands who spoke to lands
Gold for hair, snow for skin, telling how and where he'd been.
One glimmer'd smile and lingering look
Clutching an old, withered heavy thick book.

Book in right hand wherever he'd go
In sleep or sweat through heat or snow.
Pages of dog-ear'd rips
Talking of silk princess, devils and ships.

His book was his only friend as I had seen
No riches to share and no mansions esteemed.
A nod, a wink a careful hour
To gaze on pages and suckle their power.

Looking through the likes of me
Blood-a coursing praying to the sea.
Big book's ne'er wrong, my foolish young friend
Maybe you'd be wiser to uncover your sin.

My book tells your tale while you look so still
Talk of a girl, a curl and a moment on my hill.
Wines may simply flow and doves only fly
I sit silently waiting for her watching your sky.

Page on page of endless twists
Dragon's fire seethes an evil-like mist.
Ravens o'er river now dry
While eagles' wings flutter on currents high.

Dust, mildew and maybe some web
A crumb, a crust and dark tide's ebb.
Old man with old, thick book
Walks silently dim not giving one look.

Old man with snow for hands
Gold for hair resurrecting the land.
One glimmer'd wink, a step a brink
Dream young children it's fast as you think.

Image from page 78 of   "Letters to the young,"  from the Old World  notes of travel 1894

Image from page 78 of "Letters to the young," from the Old World notes of travel 1894

© 2016 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on September 06, 2016:

Faith=Hope-L0ve:

Thanks a bunch. I say this to you and everyone who comments even in a negative way for (I can learn some(thing) from a negative remark). But I sincerely mean it. Thanks a bunch.

I will do my best my friend.

Write me anytime.

Faith=Hope-L0ve on September 04, 2016:

Enjoyed. Very Good. Keep them coming.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on September 02, 2016:

Shyron,

I thank you for your wonderful comment. I admire you for being so in tune with what I write.

In fact, that is remarkable.

Please keep in touch with me and have a happy Labor Day!

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on September 02, 2016:

Dreamer,

I appreciate YOU and your comment so very much. I have to agree with you on the bottom photo. It does give one the chills along with the expectation of freedom outside of the tunnel.

It is always nice to hear from you.

Happy Labor Day.

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on August 29, 2016:

Kenneth,

The old man with the book

He must be Father Time

That is what I gather from your last line

"Dream young children it's fast as you think."

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Blessings and hugs my friend

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on August 29, 2016:

I am not actually sure what it means but the poem evokes some powerful images in my mind and I love that last graphic you have included - that tunnel holds so many promises of adventure!