"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Friday, November 26, 2010

homeless day #26 PAD november chapbook challenge

Shoes worn down to the soles of his feet,
his trousers threadbare
Everything he owns in a plastic bag,
from a supermarket down the street.
Nameless might as well be faceless.
But, I observe his movements,
does he run with no particular destination?
If we throw a coin in his direction,
will that make a difference?
He hops trains moving from town to town.
Sleeping on park benches,
pillows are old newspapers with the latest
Stockmarket news.

A scar runs along his shallow cheek
Marks the day that he began to run

6 comments:

  1. Very sad, Pamela. Nameless and faceless, not a good place for a person to be! A thoughtful write!

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  2. you make him come to live.
    vivid imagery,
    sad reality check.

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  3. Mary,
    I certainly wouldn't want to be nameless or faceless. But so many are unfortunately. Thanks.
    Pamela

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  4. Jingle so very sad but true.
    Thanks.
    Pamela

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  5. A heartbreaking poem, Pamela; and so true that so many are nameless and faceless in today's world.

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  6. Yes Diane it is so true and a fact I wish I were able to change.
    Pamela

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