The old man
who lived in
the corner house
with the red front stairs
always had
time to
listen.
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Shawn L. Bird 
curious, wondering if you might be playing with Mr. Williams here. 🙂
lol You know, I haven’t the slightest memory of his name.
William Carlos Williams – The Red Wheelbarrow 🙂
a very popular Haiku in every Poetry 101 class, at least in mine 20 years ago.
lol I know it: https://shawnbird.com/2014/04/06/poem-mr-williams/
oh my, that’s awesome!
Thanks
anytime – I like the simplicity of the piece – we don’t always need to write volumes to get our point across 🙂
I love this. While it’s absolutely perfect on its own, my brain goes trotting off into the tall grass of Story like an old mutt after an interesting scent.
Oh! I’m glad! 🙂
Listening properly is a rare art …
Indeed.
I know that guy. It’s a pity not many take the time to stop and listen to him. I always love to make eye contact with elderly folks. I have hope that I get to where there are someday. I find that the acknowledgment is all that is wanted. People busy themselves too often and just walk on past. There are stories in those faces, and they need to be heard. Thanks for the poem. It made me remember the small deeds that reap great rewards. Nothing better than getting a smile for saying hello.
This particular gentleman lived across the alley from us, and was quite content to have 4 or 5 year old me show up in his garden and chatter away with him. I remember sitting on his red front steps with him, watching the cars go by.
I was beginning to fall in love with you until I saw your photo with a diamond stud in your nose. Ugh! Good poetry, tho.
lol It’s turquoise, for what it’s worth. 😉
I love my nose ring. I’d wanted one from the time I was about 9, and there’s a story attached to it, sort of hinted at here: https://shawnbird.com/2013/07/06/birthday-thoughts/
I like this! Simple but complete. It conjures a great image and makes me want to know more about the “old man.” Very nice.
Thanks.
Reminds me of a William Carlos Williams poem.
lol- see the link in the comments to my Dear Mr Williams poem. 😉
oooh. will do.