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AURA OF THE MAN

by roovacrag 

Posted: 28 April 2004
Word Count: 104


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Standing at the railway station,
ticket in hand,
dark suit, polished shoes,
looking real grand.

From corner of eyes
women did glance,
taking a deep breath -
wishing for a chance.

Stepped on the train,
elegant not vain,
still the females looked,
not one, but all same.

Old and young alike
secretly looking,
you smile at them all
certainly not mocking.

The blonde lowered eyes
face all aflame,
brunettes and redheads
doing the same.

What is this aura
you ooze with delight?
Not at all self-conscious
just personal delight.

You only have one love
true to the end.
No-one else matters,
only as friends.






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Nell at 07:53 on 29 April 2004  Report this post
Hi Alice,

Your poems always have that feeling of intensity and truth - the man is real, as are the women and even the train, although mentioned only briefly. One feels convinced when reading that this actually happened - maybe yesterday - and that your poems could be read as a biographical sequence without any doubt disturbing those glimpses of truth. There's something so attractive about a man unaware of his own attraction. Write on Alice!

Nell.

Fearless at 11:24 on 29 April 2004  Report this post
Alice,

Magistrates, solicitors, clerks and travellers.......a very 'trippy' day it was too. Thanks so much, for this.

Woz
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