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What was left behind


He walked down the street alone clutching his jacket closer
The clicking of his shoes heard sporadically against the bricks
His ragged breath drew in the thick and heavy night air
Aware of everything around him but ignoring all from within
Outlining the Constable up ahead he eased his pace
He tried to make his walk straighter and tipped his hat in passing
As the other footsteps subsided the misty silence was soon once more
The chill enveloped him and made him pause his uneven legs
How low it was that the moon hung through the haze
And how many of them he's seen so far without her
The shrill of a motor-car blared at him from behind
His balance nearly lost when shuffling up to the sidewalk
Churning low as it past then distant from around the corner
Steadied against a rubbish bin yet his mind still swirling
The scuffle caused the old bowler to become askew and low
Dusting off what he deeply wished were the old memories
Placing it back to which it had come made his mind ease
Never to admit that her once gift was unpardonable or precious
He convinced himself that its usefulness outweighed sentimentality
Yet the difference of opinion between mind and heart hung heavy
Reaching inside his jacket, he took another swig from his flask
Peering below he eyed a discarded brown bag from the bin
Old banana, paper, shaving cream, and items believed past its peak
The container of shaving cream was found low but not entirely gone
Rubbing his long, white stubble he distantly thought of younger times
Tucking away the bag with only the shaving cream he sighed
His tale still made him find usefulness in what was left behind
He knew he was also left behind and waiting in his old world
Becoming accustomed but never attached he staggered slowly on
And he walked down the sidewalk alone clutching the brown bag
The clicking of his heels heard sporadically against the concrete


INFORMATION:
Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 18:03:03 -0800
From: Fae
Subject: Poem Assignment: Shaving Cream
To: Elf

Ok, well the first one I finished actually like right when you signed off of aim the second time. Silly and short.... but then I thought of your poem, the man in the picture, and the slightly drunk man in Hello Dolly. Anyway, I somehow ended up with one a bit more sober so to speak.

So there you go! One silly and sweet, another a dilly but neat (I hope)!

MUAH!

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the_anne_girl
Aug. 11th, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: Elf
Subject: RE: Poem Assignment: Shaving Cream
To: Fae
Date: Thursday, March 5, 2009, 9:12 PM

Awww, that was sad. I like how you tied it all together, though. Very nice. <^^>

I need a new challenge!
the_anne_girl
Aug. 11th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)
Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2009 18:45:17 -0800
From: Fae
Subject: RE: Poem Assignment: Shaving Cream
To: Elf

Thanks, I was kinda surprised at the end that there were these big underlying themes of it. Almost impressed myself.

I was just cleaning off my side table next to the couch which often hold my school books or catalogs (but never important things like drinks and stuff, haha). On it I found my money origami frog- a while back I helped a customer get 100 brand new one dollar bills for her charity. Later she gave me a thank you card and a sample of what they used them for: lucky money frogs. They are supposed to bring prosperity or wealth and I remember later that day I was playing with it while playing poker with some buddies and joking about how the frog will make me win. It's cute too- press down on its butt and let go and it kinda hops!

In any case, your next assignment is: Frog(s)

(wow, I thought we'd be doing one a week or something. I'm sure we'll slow down later, but for now it's kinda fun. But DON'T work on it until after you are done with your own work/EOE)
the_anne_girl
Aug. 11th, 2011 10:24 pm (UTC)
Edit remark
Ok, in rereading it I regret not seeing the "concrete" at the very end. The poem was meant to be around the turn of the century, so if I edited this I would change it to "brick," "brick street," "sidewalk," or whatever. Puu
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