he stood there hugging a framed print
with the inscription: “An ode to marriage”
dressed in weather-beaten jeans, and
blue T-shirt that had seen more years
than the cellophane covered frame
morning rush hour allowed
some motorists at the traffic light
to read the hugged wording,
and with fleeting assessment
speed off to another day’s work
I drove on with saddened heart,
not because 1 in every 2 marriages
end in divorce, but that he most likely
by the end of this cold and windy day,
would not have anything to eat
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Wonderful Write!!!!!!!!
Good Morning Frans, What an amazing poem. Your words bring out the sad and stark reality of life for many. To much poverty, divorce, homelessness and not enough love of God in the world lately. You words always touch my heart in some way. Sometimes in my sorrow I forget how blessed I truly am. Bless you my dear friend. Take care.
Sandy
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Thank you,
I am again reminded of the 'picture' this individual left in my mind. In my heart I so wish that this never existed. Frans
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And now you have his image in our minds,
as we hope his conditon may improve.
A morning drive-by with lingering reflections.
Well-captured, Frans, in your word portrait.
Aesthete
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Thanks Aesthete
I was lovely to hear from you again. Hope you are doing well? Frans -
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Hi, Frans. Yes, adapting to each challenge,
counting blessings every day! But I entered
a new world when I started what I thought
would be a one installment short, short story
in "Quest" and its trip to the past just
continues and continues as readers didn't
want the hero stranded in 1876!!!!
Yes, taking a few moments to catch up with
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This is fantastic.
Where can I read this. I feel humbled that you read my poem. I just hate it when people suffer. Frans -
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I kbow, the image you described,
people just driving by...
repeated all over the world...
"Quest" started out as a little Haiku story,
"Holy Gentian Root," about Yem's love for Moxie,
a soft drink popular for years in Maine.
But in "Quest" the story, it is for Roxie that the
hero went back in time. It's all posted on my page,
starts in the top with "Poems focused on."
And now about to start part seven!!!
Thank you for the interest!
M-C
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How sad a realization ...
coming from an endopathic heart ... And how ironic. Hugging the poetic words, framed, words that give to us definition: mostly the ODE is written in much adoration and often in loss; but the "fleeting assessment" said it all: weighed, and found too light.
He will not sell the piece of art, which cannot feed
empty souls. Neither would he be fed in aching hunger.
Amazing metaphor for our contemporary times.
Ever the aware soul, you see the true need in every niche.
Love
Myra
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Thanks for the comments Myra,
these are my reflection on what I experienced this morning. I hate all emotional pain, but I still see his face. Frans
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