In the evenings
And mornings
If you've seen me
Bent low
To the ground
Trembling
With a scowl
Darkness settling now
Whites of my eyes
Gleaming
Pleading
For the sun to come
Undone
Are yesterday's knots
They hold much clout
But my soul
Is cast in doubt
In the evenings
And mornings
I mutter stories
And untold glories
But they are deaf
Bereft of love
Hope vanquished
On the wings of a dove
The street's my bed
I bow my head
With great assurance
I live
Money's not God
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10 comments:
Beautifully evoked..I felt myself being drawn in to this reality with such feeling. Nice job- thanks for this-
I do feel like I'm right there in that hopeless world of the homeless. Very sympathetic and much truth revealed here. Well done.
Thank you for the remembrance of these. You tell an unyielding true story of many. Their sheer determination is mind-boggling. Indeed "money's not God."
powerful, woeful
"I live/Money's not God"
Beautiful. Thanks for this, I loved it.
'The street's my bed
I bow my head
With great assurance
I live
Money's not God'...
How do you weave lines with intensity like this?
Amazing piece of poetic intelligence...and yet so meaningful!!
Beautiful....Loved it:))
Amazing! Amazing! Clap..Clap..Clap. The greatest
expression of understanding another is to be
able to walk in his shoes. In your case to speak
for them. Be Bless! NO money is not "GOD"
hey again, write girl. what i wanted to say
w/o typos -
write girl this poem, is the most compelling
poem I've read this year. charged with your
innate ability to see through the veil of life,
others, and the cycles {inner-horrors} we all
endure. amazing.
The last line akes the spot light! Good work!!
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