At dVerse Grace is hosting the Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post.
“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. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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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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Yes, it is much the same here only on a smaller scale, we never get to the root of the problem do we?
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Touching and impactful. Love it.💕
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Thank you so much Grace
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My pleasure .💕
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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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High praise indeed, thank you for loving the lines Liz, means a lot 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Poignant truth! 🥹
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Many thanks Ruth
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Strong. And many must identify with this feeling seeing the current challenges.
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Yes, uphill for so many now, it must connect for them, sadly, thank you for sharing.
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Your words are sadly true for many.
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Yes, very sad, thank you so much Sandy
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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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I ache for compassion and justice, hoping always for change, so sad, thank you for taking time to share.
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Agree, and little acts of kindness help but more state justice would improve the lives of so many.
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Absolutely, yes indeed.
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That is the irony in that last line. Good one. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you Grace, and always a pleasure to join in.
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…my words fall from my mouth into
puddles that people step around;…
Well done, Paul.
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Thank you very much Dwight, much appreciated.
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You are welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come And Enjoy!!
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Thank you so much Chuck.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Hope you had a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Wow that is from a deep place within – so so beautiful and reflective of how many of us feel
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It really is a disappointing world politically, bunch of over privileged children.
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I think that sometimes it’s better to be homeless than within those meaningless mansions.
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I so agree Bjorn, I knew a millionaire who lived under a bridge for that very reason and shared much of his money too.
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I am homeless in a world of meaningless mansions.– Yea, there are moments like that.
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Yes, for me more and more a feeling of inner freedom
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Many people here can no longer afford a place to live. Rents and houses are rising rapidly! Great poem, Paul! 🙂
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Yes, same here unfortunately, thank you Cheryl.
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Thank you
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Sad topic, yet such a powerful write, Paul!
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Yes, it sure is Susi, thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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