Roofless

Roofless

Incommensurable conditions

without shelter nor food,

frigid chill deep within

a haphazard zipperless parka

down feathers withered ages ago,

trembling in the frost sans fire

hoping in the very least

for a steaming hot cuppa,

sole thing affordable is nostalgia

if even that, dauntingly recalling a time when - -

snowflakes were still charming

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

They always remind of how fortunate I am, in those days of shivering coldness they sit around the lonely corners of the street waiting for the winter days to pass... Your poem reflects the painful situations those innocent people have to deal with each and every year... The whole poem contains deep emotional thoughts... A very good write frnd... The picture is pretty accurate for the poem...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[1VJ]

Thanks for your thoughts Dhiman.

[Lydia Shutter]

The homeless endure more than most of would be able to deal with. The intense heat of summer and the brutal cold of winter. No, snowflakes are not pretty unless you are watching them fall through a window and you are in front of a roaring fire in a heated house. Compassionate write. Lydi**

[1VJ]

Thanks Lydi.

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's a profound feeling to this...perhaps its in the beauty of the snowflake, making everything else look so gray. I think it reads beautifully!

[1VJ]

Thanks so much Kelly, I was thinking of the upcoming cold weather and the terrible conditions the homeless endure in such horrific climates.