Get Your Premium Membership

In Marked Territory

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Valsa George.


November- 11- 2024
This or That. Vol. 28 .Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
~ PLACED FIRST~

 

Homeless I lived, without even a marked territory to claim as my own! How I wished I had access to a mattress to lay my weary body or a ceiling under my head! But I had no place to be in I have slept in roach infested tunnels, under bridges and doorways, walked alone through city streets- a shadow lost in the absence of light. In the night I have walked through empty streets where feral cats and dogs, stalked. During day, people would walk past me Looking away as if I were a plague Amid the crowd, I searched for a kind face But I could see none. Sometimes, a hand would occasionally toss a coin or two into the begging bowl by my side. In the absence of a marked territory, I kept walking from place to place, until my muscles ached and my legs refused to budge an inch or take another step. I lived poor, so poor, a lost soul in every way. When I died, my body was wheeled in a hearse, with a few following me, with hesitant steps, more as a custom than a gesture true. The open gates of the walled cemetery, allowed a glimpse of the newly dug grave. In a remote corner it stood, close to an overgrown hedge, among many a mound that bore no name on it. Oh, the indigent and the lonely are destined to huddle together in death under the sod with their identities merged into a single clan! My body when swiftly lowered to the pit and as everyone left to join the rage of life, I pondered, how on this Earth the distinctions of rank extend down unto dust and follow one like a faithful mongrel While the rich lie in mausoleums and in tombs with their names engraved on marble slabs, think of the many, mere chaff in other’s eyes who, in life or death, are never fated to be in marked territory! A torn page from life’s tome! A story ended and deleted forever!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 11/24/2024 8:50:00 PM
Powerful and heartbreaking! I absolutely loved this poem, Valsa. Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest!
Login to Reply
George Avatar
Valsa George
Date: 11/25/2024 4:41:00 AM
Again you have honored me by granting my poem a first place. Thank you so much dear Edward. I feel deeply obliged to you.
Date: 11/14/2024 7:34:00 AM
…or a ceiling under my head… In the night I have walked through empty streets where feral cats and dogs, stalked... destined to huddle together in death under the sod with their identities merged…You capture the imagery in heartbreaking ways.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/14/2024 5:21:00 AM
Dear Valsa, Oh my, what a haunting portrait of society's forgotten souls. Your raw, emotional words expose the cruel indifference faced by the homeless. I see the homeless every day in Philadelphia, with no end in sight. Yes, every life deserves dignity, in both living and dying. This is a powerful, heart-wrenching reflection on inequality's bitter legacy. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
Login to Reply
Date: 11/13/2024 2:14:00 AM
A sad reality. Rich and poor die penniless. But the penniless will receive praise, the rich will rue the day they never felt compassion. Blessed are the poor for theirs is the kingdom of God. Great poem dear Valsa.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/12/2024 1:38:00 PM
I have a problem so cane me. My heart jumped when I read feral dogs and cats with a realization that there is no spay and neuter clinic in this place. Of course, I am concerned for the homeless, though a vast number of them will refuse shelter if offered. But offer. It is their choice.
Login to Reply
Greenhough Avatar
Hilda Greenhough
Date: 11/12/2024 2:01:00 PM
ps. I don't like seeing people who want a home not having one, especially children who are not at fault. India may not have as many safety nets as America.
Date: 11/12/2024 11:05:00 AM
Dearest Valsa, I longed for literature that lavishly lingers on the poignant poetry portraying the plight of the poor, the marginalized, and the striking disparity between the wealthy and the wretched. It contemplates the complex human condition, casting a spotlight on the scarcity of selfhood and stature for the sidelined and suffering in society.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/12/2024 1:04:00 AM
upsetting poem, so sad and generous, life is unfair, i guess, thanks for sharing great sensitivity and wonderful penning yann
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2024 12:35:00 PM
Valsa my friend, your poem poignantly captures the isolation, invisibility, and unacknowledged humanity of those who experience homelessness and poverty. Your voice is clear and compelling, drawing readers into a world defined by exclusion, hardship, and a deep yearning for basic human dignity. The lack of a “marked territory” reflects a physical and emotional homelessness—the absence of place, identity, and recognition in a world that looks away.
Login to Reply
One Avatar
Silent One
Date: 11/11/2024 12:36:00 PM
In its simplicity and directness, the poem speaks powerfully about human dignity, the emotional toll of homelessness, and society’s complicity in erasing those who live in poverty. It’s a moving call to recognize and remember the humanity in everyone, especially those who often go unseen.
Date: 11/11/2024 11:02:00 AM
A very thoughtful sad poem. In the eyes of God, the rich and poor, they are all the same.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2024 8:11:00 AM
How incredibly beautiful and sad Valsa. Such a sad reality unfortunately ....Debx
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2024 7:12:00 AM
Poignant, heartbreaking write Valsa. I've written on homelessness a number of times, including my song Mary Rogers. I have another titled - His name was Jim I may repost some day. Meantime, your take on the theme is totally unique, in essence a contrast to the normal conception of marked territory, ie, having none, not even a footbreadth
Login to Reply
Date: 11/11/2024 6:36:00 AM
You have written a dark reality in every part of the world. How cruel are we as a nation and government to allow just one person have an existence like this. You have captured this inhuman treatment of the homeless perfectly Valsa. There is no denying your words. Best wishes for Edward Ibeh's contest. Thank you for sharing this sad reality...
Login to Reply
Date: 11/10/2024 10:16:00 PM
Hard to believe that there are many like that Valsa, quite a sad verse. We have to count our blessings sometimes. Enjoy your week ahead. Tom
Login to Reply
Date: 11/10/2024 9:17:00 PM
Searingly astounding, valsa...I was about to do one on street kids but with a piece like yours, I would have fumbled....cheers to you!
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry