hey guys! :D Bagavathy here! i just found this really nice poem about friendship. this poem gave me another insight into the world of the people who live on the streets. everytime i walk by these people, i always feel sorry for them, but i never thought about the fact that they don't have good friends to guide them through what's right and wrong. this poem made me feel pity on the man on the streets.
what i really liked was the first and second last line. if you read it carefully, you get the impression that no one really cared for him or gave thought for him at all, but when he was dead they gave him some attention. this is kind of relevant to the real world. anyways...
read the poem and give it a little thought,
because this poem truly touched my heart.
The Dummy
by Michael Mack~~
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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Bagavathy, I liked it. Very depressing, though. I agree with you that he was only really noticed after he had died. But even then, if you look at the last line "The dummy - and his wooden friend." it seems like a dummy, an inanimate object is considered more important than the homeless man. I interpreted it that way, because the dummy is noticed first and the man is a mere afterthought. Reminds me of all the homeless people that we walk by without a second glance. :(
-Amal
I am glad you liked the poem I posted. But maybe when it says
"The dummy - and his wooden friend," the dummy is the homeless, old man.
~~~Bagavathy :D
I thought the wooden friend was the homeless man... wooden being used as a word for dead, but now that I went back and read over the poem again, I think what you said makes more sense.
-Amal
omgg that was really sad i actually felt my face turn hot...i mean its true,even if i wanted to talk to homeless people theres some fear there and deep down i guess you know that you fear all that loneliness and eagerness for friendship/love will jump on you (i dont know if your getting what im saying) But really, i think its quite sad the way the poem ended up refering to the homeless as a dummy when there was an actual dummy there. I guess this was careful word choice, despite the simplicity of the word...it really did make a difference wow im touched=( ....thiss is melanie by the way
Bagavathy,
A truly tragic poem. There is something so sad about senile people dying. I think it has something to do with the fact that they don't always realize they are passing.
Notice how throughout the poem Mack uses perfect rhyme in general and then at the very end, for emphasis, he uses half or slant rhyme to disturbingly great effect. I think this trick really makes the death of the homeless man hit the reader like a brick wall.
Great pick!
Mr. G
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