your eyes spoke eloquently
in silence
gaze darting
as if at any moment
you will be devoured by
an unknown force only your
greasy head can fathom
say what secrets can your weary
body hold
are u a victim or a predator
and those hands of grime and dirt
who could have they caressed
or murdered?
aah what thoughts goes with
those far away looks
as you move from corner to corner
in your tattered clothes
do you have regrets
or do not mind at all
completely lost in your own world.
Beautifully written well conceived poem.Words were chosen very carefully to content the inner rhythm of the poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This piece had me standing and seeing someone crouched on the ground looking at me as you described in the first verse..a tattered old jumper slung around his neck/shoulders. You captured the scene beautifully. Very well done! ! I work with the elderly, and when they speak of their lives, I am at times so surprised at the content and what they have endured. I believe that's why the 'wonderment' in your poem was so real. Thankyou eloida. Regards...Sharon.