Weary and dejected,
He arrived on the city streets
In the darkness
Of a winter's night
In the trash can of an alley
That was owned by a big
Orange-striped cat,
He found a candle stump
That was no doubt replaced
By that flickering banana
In the window above
His teeth were dancing
To the beat of his knees
Slapping each other
As his breath
Created a fog that
Camouflaged the
Ragged orange fury
Howling on the fire escape
So he found a match
And, striking it,
Shone his eyes on a
Gray furry she-cat
Who was hiding
Behind the trash
His hands hovered above
The burning light of life
As the two shadows on
The fire escape
Warmed each other
To a melody
Of howls and screeches
They found him
In the morning
Near a splotch
Of burned wax,
His hands wrapped
Around his face
And a gray cat
Under his coat.
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Writing Prompt |
Write a free verse poem. This is a method of writing poetry, which does not essentially follow any structure or style. There is no fixed meter and no structure regarding rhyme and lines in each stanza.
Examples of Free Verse can be found in the writing of Walt Whitman.
"Song of Myself"
excerpt from the poem by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul,
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. |
Author Notes
This is one of my few free verse poems. I often write about the poor, the peasant class, the indifference of the wealthy and middle class. Not all of them, but, enough of them that homelessness is an epidemic. It can be fatal in colder winters.
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