on an ice splintered twilight
sits dark in the gloam
a bird on a wire
the others have flown
perhaps they’ve migrated
and left it alone
so I think of the city
and its burnished bright lights
and the plight of the homeless
forgotten at night
as they huddle for cover
and keep out of sight
i ponder on faces
on the mothers that birthed
the ones who have nothing
on this cold planet earth
and the lesson i’ve learned
if your face doesn’t fit
your prospects and future
are worthless as spit
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Your verses always flow smoothly through for me, Cassie. And this one is no exception.
That “your face doesn’t fit” covers a multitude of factors such as social disadvantage, dysfunctional families, economic value and so on covers it all and should be evident to everyone.
Great write.
Tremendous work. Powerful and poignant.
So true in many cases Cassie but I have a philosophy in my life that when you look at me and don't like what you see it is not my problem it is yours.
Andy
Reality encapsulated within an extraordinarily fine poem .. Neville
Good write Cassie - seems so. An ongoing matter, though we may think of them more in wintry seasons.
Now me next poem - 'If the cap/hat don't fit, don't wear it!' I bought KP a full-face balaclava, so I see her even less. lol.
Cassie, your poetry is always exquisite how you can paint such a picture so very elegantly is truly your talent.
so I think of the city
and its burnished bright lights
and the plight of the homeless
forgotten at night
as they huddle for cover
and keep out of sight
Kudos dear friend. 🌹
another great poem
from a great writer
well written and powerful
good work
A wonderful flow to this poem of the darkness of the human situation. So nicely worded Cassie
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