I see her, she sees themA Poem by MiaAnother homeless poem, a woman living in the town right next to mine.
Her hands wrap tightly around the solid cane
that she holds horizontally in front of her A wooden sword to fight the figures that her mind creates Sunken eyes relay messages of too many years spent on the street. Limp and thin, her grey hair at one point must have been beautiful The stoutness of her body moves as if it were frail and weak, and perhaps it is. Her lips yell something I can't make out, however much I wish I could Her alien voice becomes enveloped in her dark green winter coat It's 75 degrees here. As if another mind begins controlling her body, her yells turn to confiding whispers, directed at her most personal creations The cane hits the ground vertically, and her booted feet shuffle along the cement of the parking lot minding the numerous cracks. They shoot out in every direction almost as if with every soft footstep she splits the nervous ground © 2011 MiaReviews
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Added on September 28, 2011Last Updated on September 28, 2011 AuthorMiaEast Corinth, VTAboutI absolutely love to write.... should be obvious, I went in search of an online sharing site. Fiction, when it comes to short stories, is my favorite. However, non-fiction poetry is also a big part of.. more..Writing
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