BY DR. AGONSON
The rain, in windy storm, upon me pounced,
and darkened skies, with thunder clap, rolled o’er
that thing, that husk of tin that I’d become.
And so, her vindication spent, that witch
perverted me one final time, and took
all but my life. As if ‘twere dead, rather
some sculpted artifact, or tool, left out
to rust, I stayed in the secluded woods,
my ax forever raised to swing—but no,
my heart beat not; I could not fell the tree.
The oil can—out of my reach—mercy—
I plead someone to come and rescue me.
The forest grows, and I’m a stone; lichen,
my polished shine replaced, spreads over me.
The coiling vines enwrap my legs, but still
I live, encased within this hollow shell.
Empty echoes, played in my chest, remind
me of my want, for when in sport a tree
its sweetened apples casts at me, empty,
I ring out like a gong. Beside, barren,
that road of yellow brick leads on to Oz,
and no one to the Emerald City goes.
But lo, a year has come, and I can hear
sweet melodies, the singing of a song.
TRuE NoW Too.. Witches
oF LiFE Teach LeSSons
Of DArkness Yes
Ark
oF Dark
Witches
BReW NoW
A GreaTesT
LiGHT oF LoVE
R E BorN N o W
As SAdly oTHeR
Wise Love May JusT
Fall AsleeP iN Fields oF APathy..:)
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How happy the Tin Man be to hear melodies of a song. Beautiful.
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I like the description of frustration in these lines: “The coiling vines enwrap my legs, but still
I live, encased within this hollow shell.” I also like the ending that one can still hear sweet melodies.
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Thank you.
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Very nice response to the prompt. The imagery is great in the Tin Man’s plight!
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Thank you.
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Lovely imagery. This made me wish for a more intelligent version of The Wizard of Oz, adding more depth and emotion to the characters. You have truly captured this with the Tin Man. I especially like…” but still
I live, encased within this hollow shell. Empty echoes, played in my chest…”
Thanks for joining in!
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Thank you. Your prompt has, well my mind is still mulling over the possibilities.
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You had me at the title! Wonderful Tin Man.
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Thank you.
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Very enjoyable! Well done Sheldon!
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Thank you. It was a fun prompt.
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My pleasure sir!
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A very visual and poignant poem! Of one of my favorite literary characters! The Tin Man always seemed to find the good and joy…and even without a heart he was so sensitive and kind. 🙂 I like how you ended your poem. Even in the toughest times, and longest days…I listen for the music and find it. 🙂
HUGS,
Carolyn 🙂
PS…I came by via Walt’s WP site!
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Thank you. I think you get it.
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No hollow sound here, enjoyed this thanks to Walt’s Writing for guiding me in your direction.
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Glad you made it.
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