Lovely sonnet Lee, I always find it shocking the juxtaposition of the have’s and have not’s in our larger cities. I especially feel for all the misplaced thousands in Gaza who instead of rain falling on them have bombs.
Very moving Lee. It always amazes me that the homeless people survive although I’m sure many don’t.
I remember Lucille Ball’s last movie called “Stone pillow” she played the part of a homeless woman teaching a younger woman how to survive on the streets. They say she really did live on the streets for a time to research it.
Thank you, Jayne. This man is there every night in one of the richest zip codes in the city, sleeping outside on a cardboard mattress. The separation between those who have and those who have not just drew me to jot this down.
I have not heard of that Lucille Ball film, but I do not doubt she lived on the streets for research.
A very moving poem, Lee. The hardest thing for me about seeing people in such situations is the feeling--and often the reality--that I can't do much to help. We each have to make our own ways through life; we have our responsibilities, people who depend on us; so it can ... really upset my own mental equilibrium at times. When I'm able--and feel a genuine pull within myself--to help, I do in whatever small way I can.
And it helps to be reminded by words such as yours here, to be reminded of our good fortune, to not take it for granted, and to nudge the flow of human vision in a direction that serves everyone and everything. So, thanks as always!
Thank you, Brent. I agree that it is hard knowing that we can't do much to help as individuals. I am glad you saw the hidden message of being grateful for what we have. We often take so much for granted and spend time complaining about trivial things. I am just as guilty as the next person. Just stopping for a moment to acknowledge our status and being grateful for what we have is time well spent:)
Lee, I'm glad you were moved to write this - that you "saw" this singular human, alone and without any comforts in a hard surfaced city
It's a poignant piece - the sad reality of it moves me in multiple directions - from empathy to anger.
"We" could be "he". Grateful that I am not and trying to find ways to make good use of what to me feels like "righteous anger". Know what I mean? Thanks, Lee.
Thank you Suzi:) Yes, I was on my way to bed, the lights were out, but looking down from the window, I felt compelled to grab pen and paper to write something down.
Lovely sonnet Lee, I always find it shocking the juxtaposition of the have’s and have not’s in our larger cities. I especially feel for all the misplaced thousands in Gaza who instead of rain falling on them have bombs.
Thank you so much, Claire, and yes I agree!
Beautiful and moving Lee.
Thank you so much Heidi!
Lee, that's beautiful! Made me cry!
Thank you so much!
Very moving Lee. It always amazes me that the homeless people survive although I’m sure many don’t.
I remember Lucille Ball’s last movie called “Stone pillow” she played the part of a homeless woman teaching a younger woman how to survive on the streets. They say she really did live on the streets for a time to research it.
Thank you, Jayne. This man is there every night in one of the richest zip codes in the city, sleeping outside on a cardboard mattress. The separation between those who have and those who have not just drew me to jot this down.
I have not heard of that Lucille Ball film, but I do not doubt she lived on the streets for research.
Love it
Thank you Charmian!
A very moving poem, Lee. The hardest thing for me about seeing people in such situations is the feeling--and often the reality--that I can't do much to help. We each have to make our own ways through life; we have our responsibilities, people who depend on us; so it can ... really upset my own mental equilibrium at times. When I'm able--and feel a genuine pull within myself--to help, I do in whatever small way I can.
And it helps to be reminded by words such as yours here, to be reminded of our good fortune, to not take it for granted, and to nudge the flow of human vision in a direction that serves everyone and everything. So, thanks as always!
Thank you, Brent. I agree that it is hard knowing that we can't do much to help as individuals. I am glad you saw the hidden message of being grateful for what we have. We often take so much for granted and spend time complaining about trivial things. I am just as guilty as the next person. Just stopping for a moment to acknowledge our status and being grateful for what we have is time well spent:)
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Lee, I'm glad you were moved to write this - that you "saw" this singular human, alone and without any comforts in a hard surfaced city
It's a poignant piece - the sad reality of it moves me in multiple directions - from empathy to anger.
"We" could be "he". Grateful that I am not and trying to find ways to make good use of what to me feels like "righteous anger". Know what I mean? Thanks, Lee.
Thank you Suzi:) Yes, I was on my way to bed, the lights were out, but looking down from the window, I felt compelled to grab pen and paper to write something down.