Departure Imminent

The old bard, his heart's hard.
Nobody can crack it.
He stands, grand, his left hand
Thrust into his jacket,
And surveys the sun's rays,
The boulevard's racket.
Not too keen on this scene,
His suitcase, he'll pack it.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-16 at 16:49

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Sameen
I like this. Kinda reminds me of Seamus Heaney for some reason. There's real grit and wit here
2022-08-17


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Dougie. The meter and interior and end rhymes are subtle and effective. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like this.

Or, if I have I didn't realize what I was seeing.
2022-08-17


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
I liked the hard drive of the rhyme each alternate line carrying the hard t ending; and it works for me: not an easy poem to carry off as you have
2022-08-16