Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

The Park Bench At Christmas

She comes from Rodeo drive she's a babe bent on the starve 
 skipping school with a slip that serves her the right to leave 
 a park bench cradles her bony butt  
 she peels a banana and tries to eat
 STOP! she hears as she reconsiders, 
 maybe she isn't thin enough maybe she needs to purge?

He sidles along with a chill against his collar bone 
 thin as a rail he eats only crumbs from a dumpster
 the park bench is a bed for his head 
 a reprieve from the boisterous bunch 
 HELLO! he says, but her eyes are stones 
 maybe she'll share maybe she'll give me a bite ?

Life is such that we can't always do what the soul asks us to 
 Life is a turntable with grooves that repeat us til' we go blue 
 A robin lands on the bench and gives out a little frozen tweet
 She hands him a chunk of banana , suddenly their eyes meet.

November 21, 2018
Used Image #6

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Sara Kendrick December 19, 2018 at 3:42 PM Excellent use of comparative language contrasting two social levels against each other. I am glad that you chose picture #6 to write your work. There is a question left for me the last two lines so that adds a little extra to your work. Top of the list is this one. Thanks for participating in my contest. Sara

Joseph May December 16, 2018 at 11:46 AM Congrats on your win PD

Constance La France November 21, 2018 at 5:01 PM Pixie, a wonderful write, I really felt the emotion in your words, could see the girl, the starving man, the robin, well done, and best of luck in the contest ~

Vijay Pandit November 21, 2018 at 7:20 AM Life is such for sure..things don't go the way one expects..that park-bench scene you depict ..a sad occurrence but real life.

M. L. Kiser November 21, 2018 at 7:19 AM "Life is such that we can't always do what the soul asks us to Life is a turntable with grooves that repeat us til' we go blue "; this is so true; love the scenario presented here. Well penned.