Street People: Man One

He was a thick-skinned old coot. And no one knew his history.
He just seemed to appear one day. On the park bench. He sat there
with the pigeons, newspapers crumpled in his lap. Never talked,
never flinched when the kids hit baseballs close or when the rain fell.
I’d rush by and he just stared. At the newspapers, in his lap. All that summer,
he sat like that. And then he was gone. Like the summer’s warmth. Just gone.


WP Writing 201 prompts: Prose poem, skin, internal rhyme.

22 thoughts on “Street People: Man One

    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 12:16 pm

      Many thanks Amanda. So nice to see your kind words over my second cup of coffee this morning! Hope you’ll stop by again 🙂


    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 12:45 pm

      Ah many thanks. Somehow when I read the prompt “skin,” “thick skinned old coot” popped into my head. Funny how those brain synapses work 😊

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  1. jacquelineobyikocha October 7, 2015 / 1:02 pm

    That pulled my heartstrings ‘cos I can just visualize his lonely self. Who knows where he wandered off to? Hope it’s just to another bench or somewhere warmer at least.

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    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 1:11 pm

      Exactly….that’s the hope of this piece–to make the reader wonder. So glad you liked it!

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  2. ranu802 October 7, 2015 / 1:28 pm

    I loved the thought behind your poem, it’s awesome. 🙂

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    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 4:21 pm

      So glad you like it. Many thanks!


  3. Misky October 7, 2015 / 4:41 pm

    This is a visual feast, and you ended it perfectly. Nothing taken away from my own imagination of this man.

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    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 4:45 pm

      Thanks so much! Truly. Really glad to receive your kind words here!

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  4. Al The Author October 7, 2015 / 8:22 pm

    I really like this, and that end note of “gone like summer’s warmth” is beautiful 🙂

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    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 8:25 pm

      Many thanks Al. Appreciate your very kind words.
      So maybe this man left his bench to meander over to your site to join in the devil dance. But I hope not. 🙂

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  5. Alexander October 7, 2015 / 10:14 pm

    very nice, and I wonder not just where he went, but where he came from?

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    • lillian October 7, 2015 / 11:32 pm

      Very good question, Alexander. In many ways, these are the invisible people – the ultimate “other.”
      So nice to see your response here.

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  6. oneta hayes October 7, 2015 / 11:39 pm

    From one who loves the street people, this is great. I’ve got to move on right now but when I get back I want to look up a couple links for you regarding the woman I have named Mara. It hurt so to lose her to ….(?)

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  7. SabahBatul. October 8, 2015 / 12:51 pm

    I can see him sitting there,when I read this.It’s like I was there.Good job!:)

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