OLD MAN BRENT

I really like this rustic sketch of simple country life. It has a lot in common with this Rober Frosts "An Old Man's Winter Night" All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to that creaking room was age. He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss. And having scared the cellar under him In clomping there, he scared it once again In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night, Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar Of trees and crack of branches, common things, But nothing so like beating on a box. A light he was to no one but himself Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what, A quiet light, and then not even that. He consigned to the moon, such as she was, So late-arising, to the broken moon As better than the sun in any case For such a charge, his snow upon the roof, His icicles along the wall to keep; And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted, And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept. One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house, A farm, a countryside, or if he can, It's thus he does it of a winter night. Robert Frost Well done Zig

This would be so rich as spoken word, Zigs... you have an Irish *accent*, do you? I'd love to hear it. ~A

Congrates on spotlight with your wonderful slice of life love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

I don't often say that I love a poem, but this one I do. Very rustic in tone, like Barry says, much like Robert Frost's poem: "An Old Man's Winter Night." Always, Cat

Congratulations on making spotlight!

Oh wow, what wicked imagery and flow, a quick look into this persons moment ; ) vix ; )

Cheers with a raised glass to you dear Zig. Enjoy the spotlight. You earned it.Then get your ass back to writing. Love you Irishman. B

Finally getting time to catch up with my friends work and all this has happened... What a challenge of style, a change of diction, change of layout... testing , testing ...I like it , it works. I take it that the perceived typos ase in the mood of the piece such as lite and its. I'm curious what is acceptable in different forms. Well done Seabhac

Ziggy just wanted to come back and tell you I thought this one is one of your best dear man ... I simply loved it ... and you should be so proud of yourself you have grown so much as a poet since you have been here and its been a pleasure to see that growth love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x