The afternoon advanced in age – alluring,
broad, barely bridle-bright –
with countless cob creatures coming
in dames of dusk.
Eyes, faces, gave large, lazy greetings.
And his hat knew him here.
Many men noticed him and insidiously nodded his name.
Slowly and subtly, he slackened his
pace, passing under reflections of tall trees.
William was watching, winding,
yellow, young.
And his hat knew him here.
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Author:
Mildred Achoch (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2020 05:44
- Comment from author about the poem: This is one of the 30 found poems I created during the Found Poetry Review's "Pulitzer Remix" month-long event. I used words and phrases from the Pulitzer winning novel "His Family".
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ANGELA HERE (I share site with Brian - My Fiance !) Welcome to MPS MILDRED - Lovely to have someone from AFRICA - great Continent - great People - great Individual Countries ! You will find MPS an empathetic site and it operates by reading & commenting on each other POEMS ! Love the RHYTHM & ALLIERATION in your Poem it has plenty FLOW - Love *HIS HAT* often a Characteristic of a MAN ! Coincidently Im mentioning TEXAN STETSONS in my Poem today and a song by ROY ROGER - great Hat !
We have a Man in our Church we call *HAT* becuse he always wears an Australian Leather Stetson ! My PAPA is Spanish so I like *Men from MEXICO* wearing SOMBREROS ! If you have any Qs about MPS - please ask - OK - Ive added you as a FRIEND.
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA & BRIAN
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Thank you so much for your comment and the warm welcome! I'll be sure to check out your poem 🙂
Good words in your first poem on the site, keep them coming.
Welcome to MPS.
Thanks 🙂
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