Homeless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere?” Steven Wilson

Homeless

My voice is loud yet silent,
I am visible but unseen,
there is no sanctuary for my way, 
no ritual that offers meaning, 
politics is a bare cupboard that 
mocks my dreams, I cannot see 
myself reflected in any place,
there is no resonance and my
words fall from my mouth into
puddles that people step around;
I keep moving, hoping to find 
some connection, but the truth is
I am homeless in a world of 
meaningless mansions.


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39 responses to “Homeless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. My smallish city is trying, though not hard enough, to provide shelter, services, etc … never going to be the definitive solution. The needs of our houseless population are immense.

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  2. Touching and impactful. Love it.💕

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  3. Excellent use of metaphor! I’ve saved this one in my favorite metaphor folder:
    words fall from my mouth into
    puddles that people step around;

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  4. Strong. And many must identify with this feeling seeing the current challenges.

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  5. Your words are sadly true for many.

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  6. You really speak out for those with no home and no voice. And how true as you convey the stark divide between those who have and those who haven’t anything at all. And the futility of all this wealth which we cannot take with us. I love this line ‘I am homeless in a world of
    meaningless mansions.’

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  7. That is the irony in that last line. Good one. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. …my words fall from my mouth into
    puddles that people step around;…

    Well done, Paul.

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  9. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come And Enjoy!!

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  10. lync56

    Wow that is from a deep place within – so so beautiful and reflective of how many of us feel

    >

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  11. I think that sometimes it’s better to be homeless than within those meaningless mansions.

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  12. Amy

    I am homeless in a world of meaningless mansions.– Yea, there are moments like that.

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  13. Many people here can no longer afford a place to live. Rents and houses are rising rapidly! Great poem, Paul! 🙂

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  15. Sad topic, yet such a powerful write, Paul!

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