Dinnertime Poem by M.J. Lemon

Dinnertime

Rating: 5.0


seedy hat crushed under
current of rain crashing
against the abandoned
park bench

crusts and crumbs
chucked against
pigeon heads bobbing
to shelter

t-shirt drenched
ragged coat
spread like a puddle
all ready for dinner

but there's no can
opener

Saturday, February 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,loneliness,poverty
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aniruddha Pathak 08 March 2019

So touching, it is sad that even in developed pockets of the world, such a scene prevails. The piece strikes in its simplicity and bare words.

1 0 Reply
Mj Lemon 11 March 2019

Thank you so very much, Aniruddha.

0 0
Leeann Azzopardi 25 February 2019

even though i am not homeless, i can feel the pain of solitude with yr poem

1 0 Reply
Mj Lemon 26 February 2019

Thank you for your observation, Leeann. So much appreciated.

0 0
Hans Vr 15 February 2019

This poem manages to touch my heart. In my imagination I was experiencing the scene and it felt so real. A superb writing style can do that. Good poetry!

1 0 Reply
Mj Lemon 15 February 2019

Thank you so very much, Hans. Much appreciated.

0 0
Unwritten Soul 11 February 2019

My God.............that words paint scenery of heartbreaking eyes to see. I wish we could be more loving toward each others, of course we cant support all of them but i am sure we can do something together to rebuild their life with a great system. Thank you dear for pointing this issues...it is a good effort!

2 0 Reply
Mj Lemon 11 February 2019

I thank you, Soul. Thank you so much.

0 0
Tom Allport 10 February 2019

A sad reality write we live in a world of plenty yet there is so much poverty and homelessness everywhere? ... all the powers that be should hang their heads in shame! ........well written MJ

2 0 Reply
Mj Lemon 10 February 2019

Tom, thank you so very much.

0 0
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success