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L.

Broken fingers
A tattered glove
He sleeps in a cardboard box
And dreams of love

An angry cop kicked him in the ribs
while he wandered down Wabash

Busted nose
His breath warms the air
Hole riddled coat his blanket
Dreaming of something more than those

sad things.

Homeless boy you sleep and dream
and darkly seem
to whisper hopefully under your breath
muttering a name
forgetting upon the waking

a name
her name

"Beaten boy, what makes you happy?"

Broken fingers cradling a kind cup of joe
He smiles
And nods at me

"I'm in love with my wife."

I frowned and asked if his wife was about
He smiled and sipped his coffee
As the knowing man controls the bet

"She's not here."
"Where is she?"
"Haven't met her yet."

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  • Jfd
    January 28

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    great job! Love the subject you chose to write about and the story you painted with your words, only a small suggestion:
    "to whisper hopefully under you breath" I think "you" is meant to be "your".....thank you for taking the time to enter!


  • Akarian silver member
    January 16

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    Hah, wow. This is wonderfull. I can feel the belivability in this piece, a ton of truth and such a heart-warming story, even without a "happy ending" Great job!


  • Dark Otter
    January 10
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    A wonderful poem!

    But which prompt does it deal with? It does tug at one's heartstrings.


  • Gypsie Ink
    September 17, 2008
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    Breathtaking!

    Raw and emotional. Inspiring and spirited. A fantastic write. I love the last line!


  • gyllenstjert
    September 17, 2008

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    oh, i love this one. it's such a delicate subject, and i don't think i'd dare thread that fine line my self, but you handled it with such care and hope. this is a big emotional truth. made me smile.


  • raw love
    September 17, 2008
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    smiles. you're a clever one. I love your poetry.


  • ourgirlFriday
    September 17, 2008
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    Wow.

    I'm speechless. Such hope, such wonderful outlook...
    This is a poem worthy of the front page!


  • trekkergirl
    September 17, 2008
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    now this is interesting.

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