Click here to hear the poem read aloud: I am strangely moved I watch them go My jacket streaked with hunger I am aware that time has passed We met before when I was younger The bread rolls in my pocket The scribbled note’s remains I know for sure what I have lost But not what I have gained The boy was most articulate We are a travelling school She teaches us the three subjects We have no need for rules Some things we learn for wisdom Because they’re good to know Some things are just necessity How to run and how to throw What is the point learning to cut If you do not have a knife She teaches us to make such things To live a balanced life We learn to read from all these books That someone wrote for us She teaches us to write our own That’s why we call her Taurus I now pretend indifference While taken by her charms She steps unknowing to the night The baby in her arms The boy is sore to leave me there He blinks turns quick away Her fleeting smile shines from without Perhaps we’ll meet again one day
Taurus
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Lovely piece Elephant. I agree, it is such a whistful piece. It’s nostalgic, a bit sad. She sounds like a wonderful teacher whoever or whatever she was. There’s a Happinness there back in the past and hope “to meet again someday.” CE I think, I like the Elephant’s poems today, better than the flash fiction one with knives. Though, the writing for both as always, is superb. Hugs
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AnElephant always smiles at Amanda’s comments, so well thought out, and full of affection and enthusiasm.
He does have a more gentle style than the upstart on that other blog, for sure!
Mammoth hugs to you
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Think you. Hugs back 🙂
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Dear Elephant,
“Jacket streaked with hunger” is an intriguing line. Such a wistfully, well worded poem. It’s always nice to hear the voice behind it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Sometimes the words just come out that way.
It is rather a strange piece, isn’t it, but with a certain aching charm.
And the voice is just what it is, AnElephant is happy it pleases his sweet lady.
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This is most lovely indeed!
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Oh shut up, AnElephant’s big ears hear you the first time!
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😝
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Dunno why it posted twice!!
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Is there any slight possibility you had finger trouble? I think that happened maybe once before, long ago…
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Ahem…
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This is most lovely!
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AnElephant is happy you like it, dear Dale.
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