Exiled

The homeless, like scattered tumbleweeds, drifting from safety to exile; an endless search for a place to land if only for awhile; until North wind blows… cold March 14, 2023 Contest: Waltz Wave Poetry Host: Emile Pinet

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Paul Callus

Date: 3/17/2023 12:02:00 PM

Your poem treats a delicate subject which needs addressing more seriously than ever before, considering that homelessness in different shapes has been on the increase. // You have tackled this tricky poetry form with apparent ease, Rhoda. ~ Regards // paul

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 3/17/2023 1:47:00 PM

Thank you for your thoughtful and kind comment. Homelessness definitely needs addressed. We used to be able to blame it on mental illnesses and drug/alcohol addiction. It’s has become more prevalent and widespread to continue with that excuse. So sad.

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/14/2023 7:33:00 AM

isn't it sad? here we live in one of the wealthiest nations on historical record and we write poems about homeless and hungry people. It is unconscionable. This is a sad write as well, Linda.

Rhoda Tripp
Date: 3/14/2023 1:23:00 PM

Thank you Daniel. It is a tragedy to say the very least.