The lonesome dream
Keeps returning
Amidst the dark
Of a deeper sleep
Across the rail tracks
Past the factory
Railroad weed
Along the street.
The local stores
Are closed now
Shutters drawn
Their eyelids dropped
The pavement dusty
From the wild wind
Which destroyed
The growing crops.
Calloused hands
Now count pennies
All the hard work
To no avail
It seems the winter
Thats forthcoming
In deepest poverty
Will prevail.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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To escape the grasp of poverty is a difficult feat meant only for a few. It holds a cold grasp on many and seems a baren winter indeed
Thanks for reading always appreciated
Well written. You seem to be writing about my, State of New York to me. Your poem addresses themes of despair, economic hardship, and the cyclical nature of poverty, illustrating the struggle of individuals in a bleak environment.
thanking you for read, much appreciated
You're welcome
Wow, poem of loss of a once virant community. Very well written.
many thanks always much appreciated
Railroad weed stood out to me, like those dandelions that grow through the gaps on concrete and stuff. Poverty on all sorts of levels and layers do abound. 🕊️🙏
Thanking you my friend, always much appreciated
You day-dreaming at that bus stop? I'm tuning in bit late. Had to get a bus - it turned up. They usually do in our area. lol.
Bus stops and I dont get on lol
Norman, this is a powerful piece…what stands out is how restrained it is. The imagery does all the talking—the empty streets, the shuttered stores, the calloused hands counting pennies…you feel the weight for sure. That sense of something slipping away, little by little, really lands. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind comments, thanking you always much appreciated
Sad but true. We see this happening in so many places
thanks for reading, always much appreciated
you are welcome..
have a good weekend
you too
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