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Hello Man
Contributed by
Northernlights
on
Thursday, 22nd October 2015 @ 10:35:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Hello man of yesterday.
Face to face.
Space to space.
Strangers at a table of
The present.
Who are you?
I pick at your fibres.
I peer at your behaviour!
And I'm unsure.
Hello man of today.
You are in my space!
Looking into my face.
And I'm rattled!
I'm annoyed!
I'm bristling?
Uncertain?
And yet,
Hello Man of my future?
Your touch is kind.
Your arms embracing,
You listen.
And try.
And in the moment
You capture.
But in the quiet times of your life,
Do you hear me?
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Northernlights
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2015-10-22 22:35:22]
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Re: Hello Man
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 23rd October 2015 @ 02:05:32 AM AEST
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Hello :)
If he cares at all, he hears you in those quiet times and maybe even the busy noisy ones. Always thinking, always reminded.
I always look forward to new poems from you. This one especially struck a note with me because it reminded me of something both genders go through at those first few meetings (dates?), the uncertainty, the excitement, the wondering, the inner secret happy dance.
Thanks for sharing you,
Tim |
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Re: Hello Man
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 23rd October 2015 @ 04:32:08 AM AEST
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| How very good this poem is. It's not genderless, but it is. If that is not too much of a contradiction. That uncertainty clouding our hope and expectation is born of our inner sense of emotional self-protection, which we always apply under such circumstances. Your concluding lines are perfect. |
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