Fringe Angel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to consider four paths. I chose Fringe though edge works just as well.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Edges and Fringes

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“People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes.” Sheila McKechnie

Fringe Angel

Suddenly,
on life's vacant fringe,
one cool autumn morn,
she appeared before me,
apart from the crowd,
with her tottering gait and
pungent threads with a 
sacredness of holes and 
Job's necrous ash, her
trolley full of rainbow's 
hope, she took in the 
vendor's stern eye and 
moved along, "not my 
problem" he muttered to 
no one but the sky,
leaving me wondering,
why is she not my problem?
Later, I saw her in the park,
tongues of fire all around her,
and a dove on her hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

46 Comments

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46 responses to “Fringe Angel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. My scalp is tingling on this one, Paul.
    “pungent threads with a
    sacredness of holes and
    Job’s necrous ash, her
    trolley full of rainbow’s
    hope”
    and oh what an edge:
    “why is she not my problem?”

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  2. p.s. LOVE the title!

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  3. what a great depiction of a story we all know so well Paul👏👏👏👏👏

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  4. You painted a portrait with words, Paul. This is – art.

    -David

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  5. ooo “sacredness of holes” ending with tongues of fire and a dove… I like it!

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  6. it breaks my heart … thanks for noticing the invisible!

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  7. Beverly Crawford

    Your words were art that brought her to life. We saw her ,…. I know we did!

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  8. The juxtaposition of “tongues of fire” and “a dove on her hand” and the metaphors are powerful. Why is homelessness a problem in our land of plenty? I have spent time in a part of Phoenix lined with tents, homes for many. This is just one of many questions I have pondered when talking to homeless humans.

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  9. Loved this! The ending is poignant and thought provoking.

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  10. Paul, Homelessness is very sad. I talked with a few homeless people when I lived in DC. One woman told me that she had been a college professor.

    Sadly, a large percentage of homeless people in the US are mentally ill or alcoholic. Preferring their freedom, many refuse to go to shelters. Some have income from Social Security or veterans benefits, My son sometimes prepares food and gives it to homeless people who hang out in a nearby park.

    Thank you for a poem that recognizes the humanity of homeless people. ❤

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    • Thank you for sharing this Cheryl, much the same over here, and while government blames, the communities generally try to help. I am glad to know that you connected and I am thrilled that your son is living compassion, wonderful. 🙂

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  11. Hi Paul , arthritis flaring, typing excruciating, but good work!

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  12. Oh my goodness, this is the most beautiful poem I’ve read…words anointed with Holy balm.

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  13. Your poem … should be read by every ‘thinking’ person in the world. Awesome write!!!

    Like

  14. Charis Counselling

    Wow powerful confronting poem

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