Deb, I've already told you I love this image; I do, and I would give you words for it, but I already love the ones that Jutilda and tnun have given so much that I am at a loss to proceed. I will, instead, simply look and (hopefully) see.
I love this.
What I actually see (which I am quite sure doesn't represent reality) is a pirate walking the deck. On the viewer's lower left and right you can see woodwork. Extending upward from there are the canvas sails. The funky-hat pirate is passing ghostlike.
Magic blur.
excellent image deb .. it beggars a poem i reckon .. and i'm sure those wordy ppl will find some excellent poems to blend with it ... i'm not that into poetry, i've just said that in a comment on colleen's illustrated word .. i think my brain is too lazy .. but i've been deeply moved by some of the amazing images combined with poems in this thread . :)
three seconds later .. ahhhhh .. i hadnt looked at the comments you'd already received .. but a wonderful collection of different takes so far .. amazing really .. :)
The Dark Man
Stephen King
Published in "Ubris", 1969 and later in Moth, 1970.
I have stridden the fuming way
of sun-hammered tracks and
smashed cinders;
I have ridden rails
and burned sterno in the
gantry silence of hob jungles:
I am a dark man.
I have ridden rails
and passed the smuggery
of desperate houses with counterfeit chimneys
and heard from the outside
the inside clink of cocktail ice
while closed doors broke the world -
and over it all a savage sickle moon
that bummed my eyes with bones of light.
I have slept in glaring swamps
where musk-reek rose
to mix with the sex smell of rotting cypress stumps
where witch fire clung in sunken
psycho spheres of baptism -
and heard the suck of shadows
where a gutted columned house
leeched with vines
speaks to an overhung mushroom sky
I have fed dimes to cold machines
in all night filling stations
while traffic in a mad and flowing flame
streaked red in six lanes of darkness,
and breathed the cleaver hitchhike wind
within the breakdown lane with thumb levelled
and saw shadowed faces made complacent
with heaters behind safety glass
faces that rose like complacent moons
in driven monster orbits.
and in a sudden jugular flash
cold as the center of a sun
I forced a girl in a field of wheat
and left her sprawled with the virgin bread
a savage sacrifice
and a sign to those who creep in
fixed ways:
I am a dark man.
Deb, lovely image and I really like how you're leaving it to our imaginations.
Shadow of a Lonely Man, Lead vocal: john miles
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
Look through my eyes and through the years of lonliness you’ll see
To the times in my life when I could not stand to lose, a simple game
And the least of it all was the fortune and the fame
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, was I to know?
For the least thing of all that was on my mind, was the close at the
End of the show
The shadow of a lonely man, feels nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
(looking out of nowhere, looking out of nowhere)
But the sounds of the crowds when they come to see me now, is not the same
And the jest of it all is I can’t recall my name
But I’ll cling to a hope till I can’t hold on anymore, anymore
And for all the acclaim I am all alone and I see as I look through the door
The shadow of a lonely man, there’s nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
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