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Bag Lady
Contributed by
Carrie
on
Monday, 15th July 2002 @ 05:55:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Plastic bags ballooning from the pockets of her coat.
Feet submerged in too large boots.
Blue-veined hands grip her rusted cart
and push it past graffiti art.
She stubbornly thrusts her chin to the wind
and shuffles past, eyes red in their sockets.
She is completely immersed in the task at hand:
finding a warm place on which to stand.
She thinks rosewater is the liquid that remains
after the flowers have died in the vase.
She has no couth
She drinks vermouth or anything with a kick.
Time carved misery across her cheeks.
She moves with pigeons and groans.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand
as she straightens her eyeglasses,
bound with rubberband.
She hesitates when she sees a vacant grate,
and then rushes along.
No time for poetry.
No time for song.
Copyright ©
Carrie
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2002-07-15 05:55:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Bag Lady
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chrissie on
Monday, 15th July 2002 @ 08:40:13 AM AEST (User
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This is excellent Carrie..so well observed and the imagery is vivid and powerful. I'm sure it won't be long before people start to discover your writing.....it is so worth reading.
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Re: Bag Lady
(User Rating: 1 ) by humphdj on
Tuesday, 16th July 2002 @ 08:27:39 AM AEST (User
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Time carved misery across her cheeks.
She moves with pigeons and groans.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand
as she straightens her eyeglasses,
bound with rubberband.
Classic.........
Excellent writing
Rgds
Dave |
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