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A Time Piece
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E. W. Richardson
Saturday, March 08, 2008
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This piece is written in the haibun form of verse.
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A Time Piece
(a haibun)
By a spiteful hand
A stone broke my hourglass…
No time left for dreams
An old man and stray dog, share the shelter of an oak, as a dismal rain steadily falls. The man pats the dog on the head. The dog wags his tail and licks the man’s hand. Both become lost in memories of things…warm homes, affection, love. But both know when the storm passes, they will go their separate ways. They have different paths to travel.
Shards of broken glass
Hidden in the endless sands…
My portrait of life
Life can be fickle at times. It gives little warning to man or beast. Oh, once in a while, you will hear the rumble of distant thunder, or catch the gleam of something sharp in your path. But most of the time, things come and go unexpectedly and they cut to the bone. It’s a long time healing and you always carry the scars.
Suddenly, the sun!
Drunk with sweet understanding
I begin anew
This is the end of my journey. That old man was me. And the dog? He is right here. I went back and got him. We have a lot in common, don’t ya know. I call him Uly. That is short for Ulysses. He and I have passed by our Scylla and Charybdis. What we both have lost, we cannot regain. That’s life. But we have found peace. And that my friends makes life worth living.
© ewrichardson 2008
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| Reviewed by Morning Star |
3/12/2008 |
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Beautiful write dogs are mans best friend
Enjoyed reading very much!
Excellent Write!
Peace Love and Hugsssss....Morning Star
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| Reviewed by Rose Rideout |
3/12/2008 |
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A beautiful write you share with us as you took me on a journey. thank you so much.
Newfie Hugs, Rose |
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| Reviewed by Bill Broome |
3/10/2008 |
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Like Myrna, I thought I knew you fairly well.
I don't know the man who wrote this one.
But, I would like to know him.
I'll keep reading his work.
I'm trying to find whatever it needs for perfection.....
.....I might as well accept... that it is already THAT !
- Your work here, is amazing, and I'm proud of you.
- - - Friend, - Bill
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| Reviewed by Carole Mathys |
3/10/2008 |
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You are a master among words, in all forms...the reader is never dissapointed getting lost within your words.
This is an excellent, poignant slice of life Erny
Carole~ |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
3/9/2008 |
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Excellent!! So creative. . .even has a dog! Always get me with a dog.:) Uly sounds great [great name you came up with], and you are agreat poet. Quite a combo! 'Pea' <3
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
3/9/2008 |
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| the story telling captivates the reader, love the last 3 lines |
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| Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow |
3/9/2008 |
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Oh my goodness... I know you will disagree with me (I can hear you now..lol) but this, my friend, ranks right up there with 'Legacy' and you know I do not say that lightly...
You amaze me!!
As always,
M |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
3/9/2008 |
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| very touching--a beautiful repose on life and living--the end is wonderful |
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| Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis |
3/9/2008 |
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| Moving write - I once wrote a poem about finding friendship in an old stray dog. As usual, your words shine. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
3/9/2008 |
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That stray dog got you like an unexpected friend, life wasn't only giving him a good turn but bringing a good friend to you.
The symbolism is loud and clear.
Georg |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
3/9/2008 |
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| i like this |
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