Derelict Poem by Simon Collins

Derelict



From a distance
I see him bent stubbornly
Mad against the day
In resentful motion his
Weary time stained aura
Keeping up like a reluctant shadow
Wanting to rest yet
Stepping over the waiting earth
Shuffling
To a less important destination
Called by softer voices now
Compassionate
Yet unheard
Through echo's
Of his pain

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 27 June 2012

Written with passion. Reminds me of my departed uncle whom I loved so much. May this poem be a blessing to many.

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Eric Cockrell 31 May 2012

understand that destination too well... you paint a good picture.

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Ric Bastasa 18 May 2012

smooth and easy, i love it!

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Kasia Fedyk 17 May 2012

Full of emotion, its very beautiful in its space, a little part and the big picture. I so enjoy reading your poems Simon and I feel your every word. Thank you.

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