Photo by Kim Nelson ~ Malaga, Spain

 I wondered about the challenges ~ social, emotional, physical ~ of living outside the norm, homeless, when I snapped this photo in late spring, 2011. This poem shares some of that silent pondering.

Wild hearts
beat brutal,
sentimental thoughts
aside

Cozying up
is futile
the aggressor has
his pride

Trusting predator
tolls death-knell
in this milieu
fierce and wide

Neither sullen,
angry,  grudging,
just survival
tacks applied

No emotion

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Brutal, Sullen, Trust

 

Sorrow by Dechobek at deviantART

Her head
bowed
told more than words
could tell.
Her mother’s heart,
dragged down
the road
to hell.
More than once.
In reality
she feels relief.
Thus her shame
holds hands
o’er face of grief.
And she weeps.

 

*Prompted by Poets United, Midnight Snack

 

 
Small Stone, January 4, 2012

Hiking through morning desert
Clearly, struggle went down
Did two bucks vie
Or did one die
After encountering local mountain lion?

 

Not one for resolutions

She committed to no change

She lived her life, post January one

As previously arranged

~

Demolish habits long ingrained?

Shun drink? Self prohibition?

Transform image ~ rebellious, bold

Complacency? Contrition?

~

What thrill or fun would that produce?

Experiences deny?

I’m traveling fast and light, she mused

Livin’ hard ’til the day I die

~

*Inspired by Three Word Wednesday ~ Demolish, Resolution, Transform

 

 

I lay here
thinking
knowing

from this moment
I will be alone

fear does not consume me
neither sadness nor regret

resignation and acceptance
yes

and the knowing
that I enjoyed
perfection

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