The thinker..

I love to watch him thinking
hand upon one cheek
gazing rapt
upon a page
with anything near his hands

little flighty birds
that lift and land gracefully
as he concentrates
on the thoughts
in his mind.

His legs doing a
bumpety bump
his feet dance along
the rung of the chair
if nothing else
convenient can be found

I sigh
with deep affection
and wonder
how he could not but realize
the beauty in his pose
making my heart clench
and shudder
with emotions repressed and
deeply felt.

I love to watch him thinking
because when he is thinking
he is unaware of my stare
and I can drink him in


Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

21 thoughts on “The thinker..

  1. Oh. Thank you so much! That means a lot. I am not new to poetry..but I am doing a style that seems to work for me very well.

  2. Beautiful portrait poem. You have really conjured him and painted a portrait of yourself as well, a gentle and reflective relationship poem. Lovely.

  3. Hope you don’t mind me jumping in here. I really liked the poem you did here. I did a poem similar to this called the “The Poets Last Breath” I hope you don’t mind me sharing it here.

    You are very good with your words. Keep writing.


    “A poets last breath”

    Simple and smooth
    as the gift
    of the poets pen.

    Resting upon
    the arch of his hand.

    His eyes thrive,
    not whats in front of him
    but what his mind sees
    inside the echoing halls
    of whispering thoughts,
    words resting peacefully
    upon his last living breath.

    The crossroads of life
    lying in the shadows
    of each word written.

    The creation
    of what the poets
    mind feels
    before death
    we see it written.

    The image of romance
    embraced by love
    captured by emotions
    not forgotten.

    A poem written
    for the one he loves
    Not spoken but whispered
    in the mind of his lady
    as she reads the words
    written by the love
    of her poets hand.

    Copyright Arthur Henn 2008

  4. I just started my page, I see the icon photo is not showing up yet. I do have a face. Sorry about the faceless Icon.


  5. Art, that was lovely truly. Thank you for posting it here, I don’t mind at all.

    Do you have a link so I may check out your blog as well?

  6. You’ll find that on some bogs the photo doesn’t show up until it has gone through moderation and sometimes not at all. It’s just a blog thing. (smile)

  7. That would be great, thank you.
    Here is the link.

    I’ve gotten 37 page hits since I’ve been on late early this morning. No comments at all lol. Don’t know if I have this set up right. Is there anything that I’m missing as far as setup, opening my blog to the public.

    Still trying to figure things out on this end. I like the way you have your poems categorized. Any tips will be appreciated.


  8. Thank you very much.

    There is a feature in set up or someplace that allows your blog to be seen in search bars…I think you have to click the box. They might list it in Q&A. if you look there.
    I will add you to my blogroll that way other poets will come and check your work out as well. Leave it to me..I will get you at least 10. (grin)

  9. Hey, Art..if you go into your profile, make up the webpage address with your wordpress address in it..that way when you post people can click on your name and go to your blog..That will increase traffic for sure. see mine in blue there?

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