Image borrowed from Bing
Vanished
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and he saw them leaving
and he opened his mouth in farewell
but only dust escaped
and broken dreams
and a spoiled promise
from long ago
left too long on the shelf
so he raised his hand
to gesture a wave
but he was rigid
and could not
and they did not hear him
and they did not see him
for he had already vanished
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rob kistner
2011
Posted over on his site Image and Verse
Listed as #67 over on Magpie Tales 79
1 comment:
This poem has mystery and images that intrigue me. Brings to mind The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (my favorite poet/writer/artist of all time) which says a lot for this poet's craft. And the accompanying image is perfect for it. Thanks for posting this.
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