WealdenCelebrant

Aug 16, 2023 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoem Of The Week August 13th to August 18th 2023.

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‘The Builder’

He worked with his hands, worn and weathered,
From years of toil and labour,
His trade was that of a brickkie,
Building was his favour.

Taking time to unwind,
Playing snooker or cards,
It’s only right,
When you’ve worked so hard.

Through decades, countless bricks
Have passed through this man’s hand,
His needs were simple, a fag, a trowel,
Some cement, and some sand.

Working his craft, creating homes for many to enjoy,
With care and dedication, ever since he was a boy,

The trowel is now still, the mixer is silent,
No more building will he endeavour,
Yet his work will stand the test of time,
And his memory will last forever.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United Kingdom

Comments

neopoet

1 year 11 months ago

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Candlewitch

1 year 11 months ago

your poem reminds me of a dear friend of mine who lives in Ireland. and your poem made me smile with loving eyes. welcome to Neopoet, I hope you will often grace us with your wisdom in both poetry and critique!

*always, Cat

WealdenCelebrant

1 year 11 months ago

Hello

Thank you Cat, I try and include humour where possible (and appropriate).
I was a Prison Governor for 26 years before changing my career path and only then did i discover that I'm dyslexic.

WealdenCelebrant

1 year 11 months ago

Hello

Thank you Cat, I try and include humour where possible (and appropriate).
I was a Prison Governor for 26 years before changing my career path and only then did i discover that I'm dyslexic.

Geezer

1 year 11 months ago

I see that...

you are or were primarily a rhymer. When people make the leap to free verse, it is hard to leave the rhyme behind.
You did well in getting the idea of a builder that built houses all his life and now that he has passed from this life, the houses that he built, will hold other lives for many years to come. ~ Geezer.
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WealdenCelebrant

1 year 11 months ago

Thank You

Yes, i would like to diversify and broaden my ability from rhyme only - I love the creativity and sentiment that poems can bring.

Alex Tanner

1 year 11 months ago

The Kind

The kind of poetry I like. Alex

WealdenCelebrant

1 year 11 months ago

Thank you Alex

Thats very kind - thank you

Lavender

1 year 11 months ago

The Builder

Hello!
Your clever title brought me in, and I was so pleased. He not only built homes, but good character and memories that will last forever. Very nice.
Thank you,
Lavender