Elizabeth Padillo Olesen


A Man Without A Name - Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen



I see him often along the street
of Kolding Train Station
A black man with his curly hair
that seems not to have been washed in years
A man with no smile on his dirty face
A man with a bottle of beer on his lips
and a lighted cigarett
between his finger tips.

What is he doing
along the open road
while others are hurrying
to their place of work?
Why is he having much time to spare
while others claim they
don`t have time and run with stress?

What is he doing along the open road
while others would rather hide
in the comforts of their gold?

What is this lost man doing in an open road,
when he stands without a name,
a story to tell, honour and shame?

Why do we find many more like him
without their names, who find the open streets
as their home to dwell?


Comments about A Man Without A Name by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

  • Rookie Rishabh Bidya (12/8/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    There are those who like the material world and there are those who choose to wander places! ! ! A gem of a work! ! : D (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 3 Points David Beckham (1/5/2013 3:33:00 PM)

    Haunting and spell binding. You never stop once you start. The narration is powerful, puts you in that station, makes it almost relateable that the man could be someone you know or maybe that that man is you! scary thought which speaks to the power of your arrangement. Excellent. TFS 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 126 Points Kelvin Owusu (1/1/2013 12:57:00 AM)

    a nice piece, feel like some good questions raised in this poem, good write (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,022 Points Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (12/28/2012 3:22:00 AM)

    Thanks for your reflective comment, dear poetess. Yes, I think there are those who choose to be homeless. The gypsies in Denmark choose to be gypsies even if there is social service they could have received to settle a life and live in apartments. No, I don't know if there are celebrities who choose to be homeless. One thing I am sure is that, that if they are homeless, they do not go through the experience of the real homeless
    to go to bed hungry and sleeping without pillow or mat but only card boxes, or to wake up, finding that sky has bathed them with rain. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2012



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