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WINTER'S SILENCE
The child lies dying upon the sidewalk,
The sun gently sets on the horizon,
As his lifeblood slowly seeps from his veins.
Man, commoner, royalty, walk on by,
So alike in their condemnation of the damned,
The child lies bleeding, ignored, unwanted.
Have you seen the rose bloom in June?
It's gentle petals slowly open revealing beauty,
Soon its petals perish in the cold winter winds,
The stark beauty of nature stolen by its source,
And yet man as he lives and breathes,
Is condemned by his very own.
The child lies dying upon the sidewalk,
And as the guilty walk on by,
His lifeblood slowly mingles with the sodden earth.
Beneath the dirty robes, beneath the filth,
Lies a human being, a man with a soul,
Help him if you will for life is but living Hell.
The scratching laugh of the condemned walking by,
Tear at his heart as broken glass on canvas,
Numb, his mind wanders uncharted territory.
Soon the cold of winter will arrive,
His petals, once so precious, will be lost in the wind,
A vacant, glassy stare all that remains.
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Tom, you have so aptly portrayed what I know from personal experience goes through the mind of an unwanted, deserted, homeless human being. For one who has been there, this says it all...
The child lies dying upon the sidewalk,
And as the guilty walk on by,
His lifeblood slowly mingles with the sodden earth.
Continue spreading the message and just maybe there will be less of the guilty ones walking on by! |
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This poem is beautiful.
It actually took be a second read through to realize it, because after hearing about your acting endeavors I come into this poem exspecting nothing great or out of the ordinary.
Im judgemental by nature just like everyone else.
But regardless of my pre-concieved notions coming into this, Youve shocked me. I hate to take what someone else finds beautiful, But i must repeat what fredav said,
The stark beauty of nature stolen by its source,
And yet man as he lives and breathes,
Is condemned by his very own.
Is both beautifully poetic and terribly tragic.
Congratualations, Youve created art.
Though you didnt need me to tell you that. |
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Powerful and sad. Great write.
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| What an amazing poem. Excellent choice of wording. I like the message this poem displays. Thanks for posting this wonderful poem. I enjoyed reading it. |
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Comment by: fredav - 2007-02-25 06:56
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What a powerful poem, Tom. Isn't it sad how most people refuse to help others who seem, different? Your piece is so apt, especially to the conditions of my country, where poverty stares you in the face everyday.
These lines just spoke to me:
The stark beauty of nature stolen by its source,
And yet man as he lives and breathes,
Is condemned by his very own.
Thanks for the read!
Freda |
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