The Invisible Man 16

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 26th Nov 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Invisible sits on a bench and is deep in a daydream until he is told to move on.

The Invisible Man 16

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The Invisible Man sits on his bench in the shopping parade it is a windy day but the sun shows itself every now and then. He feels hung over today as he was drunk last evening and his mind wanders off in different directions. Again his defence mechanisms start to work and he reflects about his past.

I have seen bright-eyed daises open and golden yellow buttercups across huge meadows unfold,
A delicate golden shining carpet spreading across water-mead’s the finest a cloth of purest gold,
White clouds scudding across watery blue skies, puffs of cotton changing their shapes as they go,
Storms at a distance rumbling and rolling peels of thunder and lightning both with hail and snow,
Pure white spring lambs grazing beside a crystal brook looking around and dancing in their stream,
Swallows playing games flying fast and low singing with joy while the brown cows give cream,
But now I have no home and this beautiful land stays in my head like a picture painted in my mind,
Even in my desperate loneliness I still dream longing and searching for more dear memories to find,
In my daydream there is an old road winding its way to nowhere I lean on an old gate in the lane,
I dream of May time everything is being reborn the glades and the fields turn back to gold again,
In my daydream I am listening to a skylark singing sweetly joined by a nightingale over my head,
In my dream I am respected and good company I have friends talking and laughing enjoying life,
But it is just a dream and my dreams never come true they end in tragedy and cruelty why is this?

Invisible is brought back to reality when he realises someone is shouting at him for sitting on the seat he is told that the seat is for old people to sit on. Invisible tells the man there is plenty of room on the seat. The reply to that is ‘ who in their right mind wants to sit next to a smelly old dosser move now!’

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Hate Passion Life Fire Feeling Pain Sadness Hurt T, Hate You, Hated, Haters, Spring, Spring Flowers, Spring Poem, Spring Weather, Springtime

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
26th Nov 2012 (#)

This is sad , Terry . I long for the day when Invisible won't feel alone and rejected anymore ... Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Nov 2012 (#)

This is how he Invisible Man is. Some may say he chose this life, others may say he has choices, others may say pull yourself together and get a job. The great thing about writting The Invisible Man Poems is there are so many views, so many questions and when you have read as many responses as I have. You will see so much hate.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
26th Nov 2012 (#)

All I can say to that is ...those who respond to others misery with hate , are no better themselves .

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author avatar Terry Trainor
26th Nov 2012 (#)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKYG2_OlNTQ&feature=related

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