The old man sat
Legs crossed, foot bouncing
The blinds were drawn
Summer heat screaming
From the warped floorboards
You could see the dust, each particle
Floating in faint strips of daylight
Terminating along a piss-stained rug
I waited patiently
Struggling to maintain
As the stench assaulted each nostril
The integrity of the chair, in question
As I shifted uncomfortably
He lit a cigarette
Blue rings of smoke danced
From one ray to another
The dust, emitting a strange glow
As if tiny cosmos were being born
And just as quickly, fading into nothing
The Big Bang, right there in front of me
I was a witness
My God, I’d give anything
For a glass of water
He took a long, deep drag
Then snuffed out the cigarette
Against the table
No ashtray, hadn’t been one for years
If ever
He leaned to the left, shrugged a shoulder
Squinted his good eye
As he dug a hand into his pants pocket
How deep, the pockets, I’m not sure
But in time he produced a handful
Of coins, lint, a pocketknife
And two pieces of candy
Caramel, maybe butterscotch
I can never tell the difference
He nodded his head slowly
Held out his hand to me
“Want a candy, boy?”
“No, thank you, sir.”
It’s possible I mistook his confusion
For annoyance
“Suit yourself.”
I had come here once before
Looking for answers, years ago
I’m not even sure if he remembers me
“You were always a scared little shit.”
Oh, he remembers
“Are you scared now?”
The question made me smile
“No, old man, are you?”
“You’re God-damn right I’m scared.”
I sat for a long time, watching him
He barely moved his frail, weathered limbs
The collar of his musty flannel shirt
Hung open, exposing the bones beneath
Ratty green work pants, faded
From years of trying, for nothing
There’s no answer here, just a rotting reminder
Of everything that once was, and still is
Within distance, time, reckoning, judgment
We fall, spiraling into the same nothing
And pray for acceptance, then forgiveness
Not from the ones we bludgeon along the way
But from ourselves
Any choice we make can lead us closer or further away from such a reality. We don’t really know which way we’re headed until it is often too late. And then, all that is left is getting used to it.
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Very true. Thank you.
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I was hoping for a great conclusion and you didn’t let me down.
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Thank you.
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Brilliant! I felt like I was there. 😉
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Whoa! You occupy marks in nothingness between gaps of time that range from a tie-dye feel of haunting imagery and an oceanic clutch on the handle of reality.
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Thanks, Watt.
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That is magnificent.
My God, I’d give anything
For a glass of water
…..
There’s no answer here, just a rotting reminder
Of everything that once was, and still is
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Thank you very much.
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I absolutely loved this. Felt like I was in the room with you. Wonderful writing!
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Thank you, Meg.
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I love this River. I immediately thought of Jim Harrison, one of my all time favorite poets. Oh, how I would have enjoyed a conversation with him! Thank you for your marvelous words.
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Thank you. I’ve never read any of his poetry, I’ll be sure to check some out.
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You should. He wrote Legends of the Fall, and lived some of the year down in Patagonia. In fat, he died there.”Songs of Unreason” has some fantastic poetry.
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Okay, that’s where I recognize the name from. I’ll check out Songs of Unreason for sure. Thanks for the recommendation.
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Sure!
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Amazing the way you captured that meeting between the two men, separated by a troubled past. There comes a time when we alone must face the consequences of our past deeds.
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Thank you, Rosaliene.
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Great writing!
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Thank you!
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Excellent! (I sound like a teacher, which I once was – but old habits die hard!) More than excellent!
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Thank you. Gold star?
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Yep – gold star!
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Wow. Wonder where I’ve seen someone like this before? Who knows? It mught be me! Great writing River
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Thank you very much for reading and commenting.
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Vivid, I felt I was there.
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Thanks, Robert.
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Amazing piece, River. I loved this. wow…
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Thank you, Penny.
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I think this may be the longest poem of yours I’ve read.
Wow, River.
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Thanks, Bojana. This started out as a short story but I felt all the extra words were unnecessary. I like it better in poem form.
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I do too. 🙂
(I know what u mean)
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The way you write – not to be missed.
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Thank you very much.
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This is a fantastic poem! Love it!
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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Tough poem. Powerful and terribly sad.
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Thank you very much for reading.
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it’s those mounting little things that add up to a less-than-desirable reflection
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Well said, Mark.
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You paint a powerful picture. Strong images.
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Thank you so much!
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kick in the teeth beautiful i love it specifically all of the visual texturing 🙂
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Thank you.
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A wonderful story and told so well. No fear, no anger, no pity and no answers as each of us just fades to black.
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Thank you, Jerry.
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Düşüyoruz.
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Thanks for the comment.
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Wonderful
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Thank you!
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I could see the short story in your poem, if that makes sense. A lovely unusual poem, although I found it sad; two characters jaded by past events. Who knows…
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Yes, that makes total sense. Thank you for reading.
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Grim. But brilliantly written, as always.
♥.
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Thank you.
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A raw story of subtle beauty. Nice piece!
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Thank you, Scott.
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Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
One always likes what they can relate to — good one, River.
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Thanks for the reblog.
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An amazing piece!!
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Thank you very much!
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Your welcome
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Raw and vivid. You never shun away from physicality. It’s compact with details. Mind blowing!
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Thank you. What should I call you, Neelam?
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Just call me Neelam , Mr River
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Wow River! Even for you that was deep! What an amazing piece of writing – right from the start I was there with them – your descriptions are so compelling. I know I’ve said this before but you really are an incredibly talented writer :O) x
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Thank you so much, that means a lot to me.
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You’re so welcome 😊 x
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Reblogged this on All About Life and commented:
River Dixon is one of the most talented writers I’ve ever come across and sometimes his work just blows me away, as was the case today when I read this piece so, naturally, I had to share it with you :O) x
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Thank you for the reblog!
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Captivating story with deep wisdom.
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Thank you very much!
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You are very welcome.
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Vivid. Very good. I was impressed with this one. I was expecting a poem and got a very good story. Thanks for sharing River!
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I appreciate that, and thank you for reading.
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Amazing story.
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Thank you.
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Wow I really love the story you’ve painted here.
The rug, squinting out of his good eye, and that heat! I could practically feel it. Kind of makes me itch haha Well done. I miss your poetry. Such a way with words!!
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Thank you very much, I really appreciate that,
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brilliant write!
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Thank you!
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This is a gripping story!
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Thank you very much for reading!
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Damn it was good!!
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Thank you so much!
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🕺🕺✌️
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Amazing 😍😍🙌
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Thank you.
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Brilliant piece, River. Thank you for posting it again.
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Thank you very much.
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This is so good, River, and powerful.
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Thanks, Will.
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I wondered the nature of their past…but didn’t want to think further. Deeply moving…somewhat disturbing
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Thanks for reading!
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The moment I began reading, I knew it was a piece I’ve seen before. True enough – there is a comment of mine from 2 years ago to prove it. What does that mean? That some of your lines are etched deep in our brains. Well done.
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Thank you very much, Sam.
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Stunning–and that ending . Made me tear up a little to be honest, thinking about my grandfather, who was a pretty awful person but haunted by his own demons. Also, I’m writing something right now, and doing it as promised–here’s hint: machete.
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I know that regret is unavoidable, even necessary, but one of my biggest fears is to one day be an old man and have only regret to keep me company.
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Amazing…loved the way you used your words here…
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Thank you very much.
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Deep, powerful, vivid descriptions!
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