Strange man
‘What a strange man,’ she said.
‘I don’t know. We all have strangeness in our heart,’ he replied.
One week later, the strange man died.
‘I knew I was right,’ she declared.
If there is a problem,
It will not be shared.
Comments
I like this poem, really I liked.
The real strange thing about a man would be that he dies (one week later, or far later)
whoever.
And thanks to Tom and Bramwell for the likes.
Thank you Paul and Stephen. Yes, as you suggest, I still struggle with the identity of the strange man. Is he the man in line 2 or a third party? If he is in line 2, there is definitely no one to share problems with. If he's someone else, there is tension in the relationship. Or is there?
As usual, more questions than answers.
I'm signing off for a few days and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
A strange tale for strange times
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Stephen Gospage
Tue 29th Dec 2020 16:04
Much appreciated, Michael.
You have got me thinking again.....