FOREVER A DREAM

Homeless, I search

appease my hunger

await the consummate moment

still, calm

endless seconds

nose dive

to win 

the competition 

nourish my innards

the prize

always a dream

satiate in coolness

of dusk

My dwelling shatters 

by a wicked storm

family perishes 

their ashes fling

in desolate air

displaced as I

we console

as a blend

of

abandoned mortals

Author's Note

Thanks for reading; many interpretations invited

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting poem, I liked the detail you put.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks again for your review
Best
B.

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome. I posted a new poem! Please check it out c:

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I took the poem to refer to the speed of life, the sudden change of a dream, and the rush to nowhere. But I could take it more ways I believe but that was the one that really came to mind. Nice write!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks so much for reading C. Many interpretations indeed.
Best,
B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful use of words and thoughts dear Betty. Homeless can be defined in many ways. The closing lines. I saw a land destroyed by the storm of life and no-place to be or go. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for the lovely review my friend!😊
Best always B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure dear Betty and you are welcome.

[PlayWrite]

good poem


its like a story too

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for reading.,
Best, Betty

[PlayWrite]

youre welcome

[Chris Shaw]

Displaced people, the homeless, your words Betty conjure up many images. Heartbreaking images, knowing that this type of misfortune could happen to anyone and that these souls deserve our compassion. Thankyou for raising their plight.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Chris for a lovely review,
Yourself
B.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Wonderfully written, Betty. The sad thing is it is only getting worse out here. Over a year back before this pestilence there were few homeless people, but now there are literally encampments growing all over the place. Vehicles with families living in them. This is just wrong in so many ways. Especially for a country that claims to be the richest in the world. Our streets say otherwise. I am heartbroken to see such suffering with many people being indifferent to it.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Carlos, much appreciated😊

[Meenakshi Dutta]

As u started with homeless, what I feel is, it isn't only only a materialistic home.,
One may be emotionally , mentally , psychologically can be homeless too.

I can imagine it in innumerable ways.
It's beautifully penned down by you Betty.
... Best,
Saga

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Saga, for your lovely comment.
Best, B

[Meenakshi Dutta]

You're more than welcome B :)

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone who has lost everything from a natural disaster; including their family. Only ashes are what is left to be scattered upon the wind.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi K… it’s so interesting to me how people interpret this poem: because I am up in the Pacific NW, there are bald eagles who swoop down to the water seeking food , up their nest, I wrote to that theme thinking one lost his family 😊

[Poetic Beauty]

For me I can go back and read something on a different day and have a whole different thought. It all depends on my state of mind when I’m readin