Possibilities

Possibilities

A Poem by SM Davis

A photograph of an individual holding a martini

wearing a suit and tie...well groomed...

Hair cut high and tight...possibly engaging

in a pleasant conversation...

who is he?

 

A woman wearing a full set of leathers

chaps...jacket...helmet in hand...

holding a cigarette...profanity

escaping her lips at regular intervals

who is she?

 

A child wearing tight clothes

hair dyed blue and pink

wearing spikes on his wrists

black make-up heavily applied

who is he?

 

An elderly gentleman ...

murmuring to himself ...

unkempt hair, and dirty fingernails

a soiled jacket...and torn up shoes

who is he?

 

People...all people...

are much more than what we see

the first man is a trash collector

the woman is the CEO of a large company

prejudice needs no protector

 

The child .... the one

who goes against the grain

is a large hearted kid

a sunday school teacher

loves God now and always did

 

The final one, the hardest of all

a man who once knew how to stand tall

he struggles to understand and constantly asks why

is wife was taken from him and why his child died

his life was taken from him...

 

When you see these people here

what do you see?

Do you see a list of probabilities

or do you see people with hopeful

possibilities?

 

People are people...

just like you and me.

 

 

 

 

© 2008 SM Davis


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Sadly, when humans feel badly about themselves, they cannot see much that makes them better than the next guy. The simple solution is that the next guy is inferior simply by virtue of some visible trait or characteristic. The perfect world solution would be that everyone felt as good as the next guy.

Your words pry loose thoughts and demand contemplation, which I believe is the highest purpose of poetry.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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There is always an illuminating quality to your work. You are a wonderful teacher and communicator whose gift, it seems to me, is to lift the veil so that others can see what is truly important as you have here.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sadly, when humans feel badly about themselves, they cannot see much that makes them better than the next guy. The simple solution is that the next guy is inferior simply by virtue of some visible trait or characteristic. The perfect world solution would be that everyone felt as good as the next guy.

Your words pry loose thoughts and demand contemplation, which I believe is the highest purpose of poetry.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You defiantly have a very unique flow to your work. i enjoy your use of imagery to make a genuine connection to your reader and bring them once again along for the journey.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, pe ople are people. All unique, all unkn own until we open a conversati on or shake a hand.

This is fine, m oving and very true piece of writing. Y ou've said so much, and left the reader with th oughts and a moral to remember.

Th ank you for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is a true drawing of what you see. as people walk past as you see into other lives just briefly and wonder. An excellent write including foibles and characters as they see themselves, as we see them and as they actually are. Who is to say who is best because no one is. Wonderful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh, I was just discussing possibility and probability with a friend the other day. This is a wonderful extension of that conversation.

Humankind is too often judged on their appearances.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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SM Davis
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