Invisible Man


"Old Man" by Chip Ghigna
Ink on paper


Invisible Man

Here I stand
A little sloped

Invisible man
Who once had hoped

To nod and smile
At passersby

A twinkle in
My wrinkled eye

But time has worked
Her ugly magic

Turned me into
Something tragic

Transparency
Grandparent me

Now walks the land
Invisible man



©Charles Ghigna



8 comments:

  1. Very touching. And the art is perfectly matched.

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  2. As Penny said, this is a sad, touching poem. It makes me want to reach out to this person.

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  3. Yes, it's sad but it also rings true to me. We seems to rush right by so many people who have earned real wisdom.

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  4. Sad, but lyrical, beautifully crafted. "Transparency/ Grandparent me." Read it aloud.

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  5. A sad but true commentary on life today, especially for the elderly. I want Invisible man to be seen. Thanks for sharing your poem and the art. =)

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  6. That is sad, Charles. I'd buy invisible man a chocolate chip muffin.

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  7. Not what I'm used to seeing from you. Unexpected and poignant. I love "a twinkle in my wrinkled eye."

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  8. Thank you, my Poetry Friday friends, for sharing your kind comments! Always enjoy reading what's new with you!

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