Street Child

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #402

Words:  charm, sing, float, off, sense, orphan, dust, city, stifle, fly sigh

This poem is a charming
orphan of the city, bit
dusty, bit gritty. She’s
a singer of tunes, fine
sense of rhythm. This poem
is often stifled by sighs
of the wealthy floating
off to yet another club
affair. To them, this poem
is an annoying fly, passing
by, needing to be swatted.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Street Child

  1. 1sojournal says:

    Really, really like this Sara. I am a champion of the underdog, and your orphan came alive so clearly. Wonderful work.

    Elizabeth
    https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/barefoot-reverie/

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  2. Mr. Walker says:

    Delightful. Love the whole extended metaphor. Poetry is like an orphan when compared to prose, for example – and how you place it in the context of wealth and poverty.

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  3. annell4 says:

    I enjoyed your poem, it came alive for me.

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