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~ THE OLD POET ~

~ THE OLD POET ~

Said the old poet,
"Sit not too still, gentle observer,
for as the cherries fall
from the tree of knowing,
be quick, to paint with words
upon the parchment
of still life."
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His hand moved like silk
as he wrote.
This is what I am,
to leave this written exculpation.
Here is my life.
Surfing through shadows and intervals,
endowed with an eccentric heart
and winsome dreams,
withered in the forehead
like an old reflection,
like the smell from an aging house,
like a hollowed acorn
falling to its final resting place.
I pen the passages of my odyssey
as an obstinate observer,
carefully tasting the tempo
of each season.
From April dew
to January snows,
I am,
the drive documenter
of all this life
has given me,
and I pray,
(oh my god do I pray)
that someday,
someone,
somewhere,
reads my life
and smiles,
a knowing,
smile...

Tony Taylor
*inspired by old notes from 2017 
 

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Greg Etsell

I love this poem
my favorite line
The smell of an aging house
The hollow acorn 
all wonderful 
all of this poem is great

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Tony Taylor

Thank you most kindly Sir ETSELL!!....I am so very appreciative of your being cool and compellingly awesome!!........You rock brother!!......Peace out!!.....T xo  :  )

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Jill Tait

Awww I love this poem too Greg, Tony you are such a poet and I know it!!! ❤️🌹❤️

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Tony Taylor

It's a good thing someone knows it Miss JILL!!.......thank you for your consistent cool.....and your unfailing ability to be be omnipresent on this site!!.......I wish we could pay you more!! (smiles).......just a joke for all you snoopy noses!!.....Lots of Love to you........your friend and cautious  collaborator........T xo   :  )

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Jill Tait

Haha ❤️💕❤️🌹

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The fish of the sea

Middle Aged Tony!! Middle Aged!! XD, But seriously, this was a stella write my friend. Has an intrinsic introspective tone to it all throughout. Self-reflection can be very spiritual and meditative. Enjoyed this poem, and all its stands for. Sincerely, your friend Max.

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Tony Taylor

Thank you Senor' MAX!!.....ever the pleasure!.........T xo   :  )

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Tony Taylor

Thanx LINDA!!.....smiles......T xo  :  )

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Gwendoline

Tony this is one EPIC introduction to your well penned narrative write. I knew when I read this first stanza, I was in for a treat :) 

"Said the old poet,
"Sit not too still, gentle observer,
for as the cherries fall
from the tree of knowing,
be quick, to paint with words
upon the parchment
of still life."

Succulently delivered imagery that clings to the readers imagination, and dares to leave some fruitful words of wisdom for any writer. Yes I was completely sold and anchored into your poem by the end of the last line of this fantastic intro 👏

It just continued to breath light over the artful eyes of a true master observer and writer. 

May your pen remain in your hand for eternity my friend. So that you may continue to weild such sumptuous, thought provoking and insightful poetry. For your words of wisdom shall linger in time. Fine tuning the minds of all who are fortunate to find you 

So glad to know of your existence 
Your good friend 
Gwen x 

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