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    The Handkerchief

    I walked down the stairs into the bright city street
    to the store for a brew and a smoke.
    Huddled in a corner of the smashed landscape
    was a rubbled human fragment that was broke.
    He looked like a drab bundle of dirty clothes,
    all torn and shredded at the seams,
    littered with the residue of broken battles and
    cracked glass of shattered dreams.

    He began his dying early through agonizing routes
    of disappointment, disillusion and shame,
    ending up last place on pavement searching
    for that license tag of fleeting Fame.
    Great men leave marks of their fragmentary existence.
    On the tapestry of his life were blots,
    discolored blemishes he used as yardsticks to measure
    the man he was not.


    With his hand extended, he looked in my eyes
    and asked for any spare change.
    I pulled out some quarters and a handkerchief
    which he took and said “Thanks all the same.”
    I said there was Sorcery in the hanky,
    which he viewed all folded and neat,
    and if he mentally rubbed the dark spots of his life,
    he could liberate himself from the streets.
    Cynicism in his eyes heard Truth in my voice.
    A glimmer of Hope did fuse.
    I nodded with assurance and waved goodbye
    saying “Try it! So, what’ve you to lose?”


    Halfway down the block, I turned to see
    his hand rise up in the air,
    that handkerchief rubbing some phantom blot
    engulfed by his captured stare.
    Several days later, I passed that place
    but a new guy sat in his booth
    who said my guy one day stood up heading
    home to his kids in Duluth.
    Then I walked down the block but turned to witness
    something inspiring and rare.
    That new guy was rubbing, with handkerchief in hand,
    some blot in the air with “his” stare.

    A Man can rise from a cellar to a summit
    giving birth to a brand new start
    with a sprinkle of Belief and a dash of Desire
    and the Magic in the human heart.


    Namyh

  • #2
    And all who read needed tissues.

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    • #3
      People die when there is no hope. Hope and desire can conquer mountains. This was heartwarming.

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      • #4
        Simply amazing! I really enjoyed this one all of your work seems very very thought out and pursued with precision. Thankz 4 sharing .

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        • #5
          An upbeat and feel-good piece Namyh . Can't ever have too many of this style - encouraging throughout!

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          • #6
            Jede - Thanks for stopping in and enjoying. Namyh

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            • #7
              Bobby Del Boy - Hey! How did you know that I had stocked up on Brawny, Wet-Wipes, Kleenex tissues and those extra Holiday Inn towels from across town. LOL. I did put aside a couple of those tissue boxes for you if needed. No! No! Don't thank me. I'm just glad to be of 'poetic service' here in this asylum Zone of Rhyme where you can mix lust with love, tears with laughter, mirth with madness and the guards don't care. Now can somebody please get me out of this place before I go nuts......or get me an extra rum strong latte and a meditation cassette!!! Whoa! Thanks BDB for visiting. Namyh
              Last edited by Namyh; 07-30-2019, 07:10 AM.

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              • #8
                Alexandra - When faith has dissolved, belief has evaporated and confidence has gone up in smoke; it seems that at the bottom of the human barrel is always left Hope, waiting to resurge the human heart. Somebody up high was thinking ahead, knowing the frailty of our human spirit. Just had to write on it. Happy to inject a little "heartwarm" into your day with this handkerchief tale. Thanks A. Namyh

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                • #9
                  JazzyG - So very glad you stopped in to enjoy. I try to be precise in translating into words what is seen in the head, a goal for any poet. Even then, it still calls for rewrites and reworkings to achieve a satisfying clarity where the reader gains more leaving the work than first coming to it. Thanks JG for your recognitions and for injecting a needed 'jazzy' into the day. Namyh

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                  • #10
                    Ahhh Shucks RLW - You know how to brighten the day with your words. Mighty proud this was a 'feel good and upbeat' piece for you and thanks a lot for spendin' a spell here in downtown Namyhland ! LOL.

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