joseph harlacher 111

Silver Star - 4,021 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Homeless - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

it was just yesterday
I was free and clear
but my mouth was dry and ever present
with cracked lips I kiss each breath
I take each step
will fully moving into now
where there will be no salvation
for who I am?
I walk from one acknowledgement
to another
passing those who don't see me
to somewhere I have not yet gotten to
where they go to I don't believe
I too go to
for I alone am I

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I traveled the USA extensively in the 1970's while in my 20's near the ends of my journeys I survived two years homeless in Seattle.

Comments about The Homeless by joseph harlacher 111

  • Gold Star - 50,818 Points Chinedu Dike (5/10/2015 2:31:00 PM)

    Well articulated piece of poetry written with insight. A nice poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 11, 2015

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