About His Person
Five pounds fifty in change, exactly,
a library card on its date of expiry.
A postcard stamped,
by Simon Armitage
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09 Oct 10:17
a very spooky and interesting poem, the voice of the machine though kinda ruined it but its an amazing poem!
05 Jul 07:18
Mhmmjj uhuyuyuyuyuyuyy. Jhuhuhuhugugugggg
05 Jul 07:13
I did not understand it xD
27 Jun 12:00
imagism of this poem is fascinating.
26 Jun 10:50
Who stole the thing; or did he throw it away?
26 Jun 05:15
If there is anything I love it is a grocery list of things written in prose.
26 Jun 10:33
slightly intriguing and spooky- a bit like a coroner examining a body; detached and interesting. But is it simply about summing up somebody's day attire? But there is something perhaps just about the bric a brad hodgepodge of life and nothing about death at all. Hard for me to discern.
26 Jun 09:10
no gold or silver, but crowning one finger a ring of white unweathered skin. That was everything. a very good poem. tony
26 Jun 05:57
A final demand in his own hand, ....// great expression damnation comes by own hand; yeah if we live in unaware if we allow wicked mind subconsciously damnation will come step by step...............///
26 Jun 05:45
" A giveaway photograph stashed in his pocket A keepsake banked in the heart of a locket" Well deserved modern poem of the Day.Congrats.
26 Jun 12:55
A postcard stamped, unwritten, but franked, a pocket size diary slashed with a pencil from March twenty-fourth to the first of April. great write great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
26 Jun 12:49
It looks like an inventory of one's possessions on a fateful day. Thanks.
24 Jan 02:07
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17 Apr 2018 07:40
maud poem i think i believe in true love now
Bernard F. Asuncion
04 Jun 2017 12:07
Note of explanation.... thanks for posting....
03 Jun 2017 07:12
Sounds like the listing of possessions found on a dead man.... it is amazing how much imagination can be summoned forth by a list of objects. Very original. I need to read this man's poems more often.
03 Jun 2017 01:17
Looks like the inventory of items found from the person of an unidentified dead man. The context is sad but the way it has been penned needs to be appreciated. Thanks.
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
03 Jun 2017 11:32
Sounds to me like he lost the love of his life and then committed suicide..sad poem that all is left are material momentos..full of a lot of images..
Edward Kofi Louis
03 Jun 2017 03:16
Stamped! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.