Waterside

Byepolarbear

Sitting by the waterside
watching remnants of life go by
all bound up with broken pride
the man beside me sighs

Arms outstretched
high and wide 
mouth wide open
soundless cries
bellow forth
toward a boundless sky

Struck dumb
my arms and feet
succumb
frozen
locked
lifeless
numb

The man appeared
as if to be
the living embodiment
the epitome
of a certain torment
an agony

He stopped
he turned
he smiled at me:
don't sigh
be sad
cry
or be mad,
for
what you see
is not the truth
just a reflection,
a passing mood;
and
what you mortals
call
the blues.

  • Author: Byepolarbear (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2017 00:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Love this
    Great
    Wordplay you could say
    Looks good on the page
    Twists beautifully, a snap shot in time that floats away on little cloud
    Bra bloody Vo

    • Byepolarbear

      Thanks! Really appreciated.

    • MendedFences27

      The blues personified, immortal as we've all assumed, and now a stranger by the waterside. A brilliant piece of work. Loved every line of it. - Phil A.

      • Byepolarbear

        Thank you very much, I'm really pleased you liked, thanks.

      • Augustus

        Struck at a loss of words for this mind catching, emotion tugging poem. Kudos.

        • Byepolarbear

          Oh thanks,
          your words are much appreciated.



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