THE NEW FRONTIER
In the blurry distance, a crying woman’s image
Tainted and tattered, misfitting rags of yesteryear
Perched on poverty’s edge, absorbed by life’s abyss
Please help, I’m hungry, the words of a new frontier
So soft and sweet her voice, captured me so completely
Big brown eyes of a child, yet breathing a homeless hell
To be dripping with desperation, and floundering in fear
I feel her agony of hunger, past poverty taught me well
To carefully open my heart, I let her wander in
For three days and nights, she slumbered on my floor
I found her a shelter, I found her peace of mind
But, no family or friends, but, no life to restore
Categories:
misfitting, caregiving, change, community, courage,
Form: Rhyme
That timetable of rapt familiarity's discern
resolves transmitting rumors, my befriend
dysfunctions with misfitting, halting's bend
and circumvents a standstill, toward no end!
While opposite in furthering's belief
beginning's placate, anchoring's achieve
that dormancy becomes a truth's bereave ~
life's reconciling justice to perceive!
All told, involuntary atmospheric sieve
the matters decimating plannings blind
are flushed away, as truth's fulfilled contend
perniciously is focused to amend!
That timeless trust, no telltale virtues send
can irritate or spill the hope's distend,
hurt's mortifying gospel's spoken trend
are turned to love, by hope's conspired extend!
Categories:
misfitting,
Form: Rhyme