Lawrence Sharp Poet Free verse

Late Night Preacher

I began to preach at ten
but had no idea why so late,
soon it would be dark, I thought,
and wondered why
it was not so already.
Several apathies passed unnoticed.
I gave them no mind.
And, finally, an opportunity
in a lavish, bizarre old living room.
But the matriarch was having none of it,
she was withered and severe,
she heatedly ordered me on my way
and saw to it that I did not mind.
The tongue-lashing didn't bother me much,
I was amused, come to think of it.
Leaving, I passed the housekeeper,
buxom and charming,
a smiling auburn gem 
I should have met somewhere else.
And it was twelve.
The day was still bright
and the thinning traffic was still traffic.
I melted into the radiance of midnight.

23rd July 1997

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Richard Lamoureux July 18, 2018 at 9:06 AM I like the mood of this piece. Lawrence Sharp August 11, 2018 at 3:00 AM Thanks, I'm always in a mood of sorts when I write. Im pleased that you enjoyed.

Emile Pinet July 17, 2018 at 10:02 AM This poem outlines a life dedicated to doing the best it can according to the author's abilities to make a difference. The lesson here is to never stop trying to make a difference in your world even if it all seems so fruitless at the time. If you can't do any more than voice your opinion, you owe it to yourself and your believes to keep trying. Emile. Lawrence Sharp July 17, 2018 at 11:54 PM Thanks for reading. To be fair, this piece was written more than twenty years ago, a dream that referenced something I had already left way behind. Your insight is valued, it gives me an unexpected fresh look at one of my own pieces.