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MYTH
Contributed by
colinb
on
Sunday, 27th July 2014 @ 02:55:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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MYTH
He was a short,
Stocky man,
Slightly un-evenness,
In his face.
Had those crazy eye's,
From living alone,
In the wild,
For many year's.
Becoming a animal,
Eating like a beast.
Walks like second's,
Are hour's.
Slowly going about his day,
Falling tree's for
Fence post,
Milling &
Fire wood,
From sunrise to dusk.
Rarely goes to town,
Maybe once a month,
To collect supplies.
When you walk past him,
He would simply give half a smile,
& grunt,
As if it's the extant,
Of his English.
If you tried talking,
To him,
He would give,
Just straight answer's,
Word's hard as stone,
Like the ten,
Commandment's,
Written on stone tablet's.
Continue walking,
So you wouldn't,
Ask another.
Visiting the pub,
For a couple of beer's,
Sitting alone,
On the far end,
Of the bar,
Not speaking a word
Or looking at anyone.
Coins on the bar,
Half smile &
A simple grunt,
When ready for another.
People sit at the bar,
Turn & see him,
Then turn again,
He'll be gone,
In a blink of an eye,
Never saying bye.
Rumor's started around town,
Wondering his story,
Just all lie's,
Myth's circulated,
So many myth's & rumor's,
He started to become a legend,
A mythical creature,
Who controls time,
Sun is his smile,
Rain's from the power of his mind,
Lightning pierce's from his eye's,
Thunder claps his anger,
If you ever visit Millmerran,
From time to time,
He still walk's through the town,
Morning is his delight,
If you see him,
He might just give you,
That grunt & smile.
Colin Bradley.
Copyright ©
colinb
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2014-07-27 02:55:54]
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Re: MYTH
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by Invierno on
Sunday, 27th July 2014 @ 08:57:20 AM AEST
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Colin, you have heck of piece of poetry here. You had me so into it I checked where Millmerran actually is in the world. Queensland, Australia.
Don't take this wrong- I LOVE the poem, but you would serve it well to go in and edit this. So may errors it detracts from what could be a poem of large proportion. With your permission, (you don't have to read my Pm..not reading is the same as not giving permission, and all that is lost is my own time in the effort- but not a loss for me as I will have this gem to read down the years), I want to edit it and send it to you for your review. Maybe you don't give a shiester, and that's okay. I'm doing it more for me than you, actually, as I think it is so good.
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Re: MYTH
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 27th July 2014 @ 05:22:20 PM AEST
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colin this is so perfectly brilliant! what a beautiful story!
it is absolutely enchanting and i just love it! i really hope
you write more like this,
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: MYTH
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by softerware on
Sunday, 27th July 2014 @ 06:55:11 PM AEST
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This paints images so vividly--what a joy to read! A quirky silent little man almost unnoticed; but not quite!
We live in shadows, and long for the sunlight!
I love the mood of your write, and the style.
One last sweep to catch the errors we all make when we are impassioned, would distill this excellent write into an art form. Bring us your words without the distractions and you will take our breath away with the purity of your talent.
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Re: MYTH
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by Archie on
Sunday, 23rd August 2015 @ 12:26:12 AM AEST
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| Its a read, but its cool. I know people like this in real life. |
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