Displaced
From ReadWritePoem:
This week’s prompt is to write a poem that speaks for someone who cannot speak for himself/herself.
Although it seems there are miles between us
We are not so far apart, you and I
You collect cans for money, as I do I
I have not always known
Where I would rest my head at night or
How I would ease the hunger in my belly
If I was crazy or incomplete or just wrong
One step or two, is all that separates us
I see you on the street and I wonder
If I could do anything for you
What would you have me do?
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Ooooh. I really like this one Vix! I can feel the emotion in it.
I’m glad a I got a few moments to check in on blogs and read this. It’s very honest and evoking.
Hugs,
~X
i dre it this way, don’t know how you captured it this way. its so dramatic & beautiful.
It is dramatic and honest i agree.
This succeeds in all definitions of poetry.
Strange how sometimes we long to do something and know something must be done. And yet, we have to ask the question – how to go about it.
An interesting write!
Gemma