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Homeless in Hastings
She’s homeless in Hastings
but every day
She notices the sun rise
And though she has nothing
but her breath
She gives thanks, for being alive
And the sound of the sea
beats against the
shore,
For all the forgotten people
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Short and sweet
Tlazocamatli - gracias - thank you! You made me remember how beautiful a few simple words can speack volumns . . . .
A Loud Mouth Chicana who has something to say!
Beauty is all around us
The Earth – The Sea – The Sky – The Universe… always has something ripe and blooming for our discovery. Beauty is all around us. Not to mention, the beauty to be discovered in other souls.
An unsparing portrait that
An unsparing portrait that houses volumes of subtext. A subtle explosion that left me haunted and deeply moved. Amazing.
Beauty and desolation – side by side
Beauty and desolation – side by side, along many seafront towns nowadays. England – the nation the conquered the sea, hasn’t conquered homelessness.
Masterful
The reality in this Poem is itself a captivating bullet train of beauty.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
a captivating bullet train of
a captivating bullet train of beauty... that really made me smile