Quarters Poem by M.J. Lemon
Quarters
He was drunk but making sense
I thought as he jerked up
from the park bench
there were two quarters
on the ground
there go the ants he said
walking away with drops of
food and things to build a house
but if I just walked into
your yard and helped myself
to your dinner I'd be talking to
a judge right now
and then there was my neighbour
from Cell Block Building B
who got out years ago
and right away saw
an open window down the street
two floors up
he tried to get in but he fell
... and broke his neck
so that now I knock on his door
and have to wait half an hour
for him to be able answer
if his nurse isn't there
Maybe the only good thing is he
now doesn't have to wear that cage
on his head
And that girl I see
always running
in this part of town
to catch a bus or because
she stole a hot dog or pizza
tripped on her shoe lace running
a few weeks ago and her face
went right into a curb
she told me
No pretty braces
Wires to fix my broken jaw
she slurping
That car should have hit me
but it didn't
We are moved by the sad plight of people who have only a hand to mouth existence and who are crushed under the grinding wheel of Fate! A poem written with great depth of feeling!
:) . actually that car hits, and then there would be no poem, let's try some time travel. Nice reading, reading the monotonous life and everything is no more shocking than a beautiful and sudden death.
Thank you so much, Muhammad. Indeed, yes, there was, thankfully, no car accident.
Wow very interesting way u relate here. ESP enjoyed the ants part wow. Thumbs up for your style and the scenarios depicted nicely. So Nice to read from your pen again, I hope u too will review my latest poem titled, 'For all cheese chums'
You certainly do not limit yourself to structure or topic or world view. This is such an outstanding poem just as so many of your other works are but it is off in its own new field of thought and elements of style. I cannot tell you how much I like what you've done here- -it is starkly real but there is an undercurrent of caring about these people- -they are not just something to write about, the reader feels they are real and their sadnesses and their follies are important to you and to us . 10+++++++++++++++
Wow, Susan. Thank you so very much. This piece really took a long time to finish, or to get to this incarnation. And you are right, as per usual. I did really work for realism. So I really wanted to 'strip away, all and everything but key images/imagery. Thank you so very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A heart touching depiction has been made astutely on life with plights in this beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10
As always, so much appreciated. Thank you, Kumarmani.