I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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7 July 2012

Verse Portrait 94: As I Drive Away

As I drive away from the park 
where I've been sitting 
looking at trees, and writing,

I see him squatting 
atop a wooden table 
in the gazebo near the pond.

He wears a hooded jacket.
A small back-pack clings
to his hunched shoulders.

It's only 4:15. Already
the cold hunkers down
and the slow mist comes in.

I wouldn't like to be homeless
tonight, I think, shivering
as I drive away.

1 comment:

  1. Rosemary who lives in New South Wales, I am very much enjoying your poems today as I cruise your blog for a graphic befitting your sidebar button for my site.

    This one is especially touching.

    I wouldn't like to be homeless either.