I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
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The dust fine-ground, Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round beautiful imagery here. And as a rock collector at heart I really appreciate the waveworn pebble-round bit.
Love the various ways in which the poet defines his anonymous subject. I admire several of the examples, but especially the colour of the mounting morning pipe smoke. The final stanza sings! ! On a light note, Dr. Seuss's Thidwick the Big-Hearted Moose comes to mind. I will definitely read more poetry by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond.
beautiful poetic masterpiece.i love it.thank you.