Paloma P Poet Free verse

Roofless

ROOFLESS


Incommensurable conditions

without shelter nor food,

winter storm clouds overhead

frigid chill deep within my bones,

a haphazard zipperless parka

down feathers withered ages ago,

trembling in the frost sans fire

hoping in the very least for

the kindness of a stranger

offering me a steaming

   hot cup of coffee,

sole thing affordable is nostalgia

if even that, dauntingly recalling a time when - -

snowflakes were still charming



Beng Homeless Contest - Seeker

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Richard Lamoureux October 28, 2016 at 5:24 PM Well done Paloma, so sorry it took me so long to get to it. I've been in Banff this week. Paloma P October 28, 2016 at 5:35 PM Banff is the National Park, right? Must be gorgeous there this time of year. Thanks so much Richard.

Chris Green October 27, 2016 at 12:37 PM That last two lines did it for me, the entire poem were fantastic but "if even that, dauntingly recalling a time when - - snowflakes were still charming" That says it all. Paloma P October 28, 2016 at 5:33 PM Many thanks Chris, happy you appreciated those lines.

Darren White October 26, 2016 at 11:06 PM Very powerful, so much expression in relatively few lines. Congratulations! Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:54 AM Many thanks Darren!

Nette Onclaud October 26, 2016 at 10:12 PM poignant lines...congrats on your win, paloma..huggs Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:53 AM Much appreciated Nette, thank you.

Andrea Dietrich October 26, 2016 at 8:35 PM Paloma. This is very good first person writing. I am enjoying all the winning homeless poems. That last line was a perfect ending! Congrats. Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:53 AM Thanks Andrea!

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 26, 2016 at 2:40 PM I disagree w/Anthony, it does indeed feel desperate. Great empathy, Paloma. I know, because I've been homeless. And the nostalgia line is spot on. Love your work, lady. Keep loving and living, sharing and giving. Peace and love to you. RW Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:52 AM Good to know you're no longer in that dire situation Freddie, thanks so much.

Constance La France October 22, 2016 at 4:37 PM A beautifully sad write, well done for the contest, a winner Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:51 AM Thanks BW.

Robert Warlov October 22, 2016 at 3:53 PM Once, snowflake's promised fun. Now, a drift of dying. A shared walk to an impending moment. Roofless is kindless. Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:50 AM It sure is, thanks Robert.

Anthony Mark October 22, 2016 at 10:25 AM Reads very well but lacks the feeling of being desperate, ...Ian x Paloma P October 27, 2016 at 3:50 AM Thanks Ian.

Alexis Y. October 22, 2016 at 9:32 AM Hi Paloma, I was moved reading you this morning. It seemed so real. It was though you brought the reader right there with you. Good portrayal of someone that's homeless. I wish you luck in the "Homeless" contest. Thanks for visiting my page: -) Alexis Paloma P October 22, 2016 at 11:27 AM Best compliment a poet could ever get, thanks so much Alexis. :)

Phillip Garcia October 22, 2016 at 6:29 AM As suspected. The last line drew a tear. Beautifully done Señora Poet Paloma P October 22, 2016 at 6:44 AM Awh, I like crybabies on my poetry. :) Thanks Phillip.