Day In The Life Of The Parkbench Man Poem by elysabeth faslund

Day In The Life Of The Parkbench Man

Rating: 5.0


Long til night...mewling,
Sun newborn. Dawned in
Swaddling clouds
Keeping it warm.

A man shuffles the sidewalk,
Picking a penny, eyeing
The date.
Pockets Abe. Snags a
Can some woman dropped...

Bag over-full...heels tic-tacking
Cement. Yesterday...dreams.
Today...peaches. One penny.
Clouds. Raindrops. No sun.

Long til dawn...mumbles
Ancient lips...
Swaddled in newspapers,
Keeping him warm.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C H Sund 12 September 2008

Well paced, images great as usual.

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Alison Cassidy 12 January 2008

Your swaddling images elevate this piece from a human angst to something lighter. Great tight delivery too. Excellent poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Robert Howard 09 January 2008

Very fine. The sparseness of the language reflects the leanness of the protagonist's difficult existence.

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John Nightingale 09 January 2008

This is a fantastic poem. Thanks.

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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