Constance La France Poet Imagism

The Rundown Building

there is an open door in a rundown building
with peeling green paint on the walls
and worn wooden steps going up
into the darkness . . . 
many garbage cans are overflowing
and I see lots of broken liquor bottles on the ground
also a child's broken pink bike has been discarded
and there seem to be hundreds of cigarette butts littering
I am shocked to see a needle syringe at my feet
then, an old lady in rags is passing
with a shopping cart full of junk
and greets me politely, "Hello, Miss, God Bless!" 

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March 06, 2023


Poetry/Imagism/the rundown building
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-678-06
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Upto You Again
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged03/08/2023

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Stephan McBride March 7, 2023 at 11:43 AM This is sad but true, this is a great poem to express the truth of what's going on Constance La France March 8, 2023 at 4:08 AM Stephan, thank you so much for the comment and compliment, blessings, Constance

Paige Hind March 7, 2023 at 9:42 AM Homelessness is a terrible thing....I feel for that lady, this poem nevertheless touched me. Good work! Constance La France March 8, 2023 at 4:11 AM Paige, thank you so much for the comment and compliment. What amazed me is how this poor lady with nothing could still show kindness and be courteous, there is much to be learned from the homeless, blessings, Constance