Thursday, September 16, 2010

Remember(Poet's United Prompt)
I once knew a man who walked from town to town
His bindle stick as old as time
His boots as worn as his desert skin
People say he spoke little,
he only listened to the demon voice inside his head
Then on a cold clear night he lay tired beneath God's wanting eyes
Under a thin blanket, its edges frayed, the man as time slept past morning's light
They buried him in the black, rich ground;
his bindle stick made into a cross
his old brown boots marking the grave
In huddled prayer, The Preacher of Dusty Roads remembered an ancient verse: Home at Last

SC: This isn't a memory of any one person I know. But is a composite of those homeless in the world who are governed by their mental illness. The poem is dedicated to them

19 comments:

Mary said...

Square Corner, what a tragedy. I am sure there are many people like him out there. At least now he is at peace.

Philip Thrift said...

These bindlestiffs (people carrying a bindle stick) are indeed forgotten. What a great remembrance.

ninotaziz said...

Dear Square Corner,
I know of mental illness. May the lost find their way home.

Singer said...

So poignant, and such vivid pictures your words painted.

Old Ollie said...

Well crafted SQ.

theimaginativetraveler said...

A beautiful tribute for those who otherwise have no-one to speak for them!
Mental illness can rob one of everything..your poem helps give a little of it back.

Carrie Burtt said...

Square Corner I think this is a beautiful tribute to those who are homeless, and may not be acknoledged at all. :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Thank you for telling the story of many voiceless people, who often get overlooked. Great response to the prompt.

Systematic Weasel said...

An excellent post! =)

-Weasel

Anonymous said...

Speak for the ones who can't SC. A full hearted post.

HP

Rinkly Rimes said...

The 'thin blanket' seems almost more sad than no blanket at all. Well written.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The character of this anonymous person is described with a keen and noble eye. TFS

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Square Corner,
I think you words are so thoughtful and humane. In the circumstances of a homeless person, it is very easy to forget them.
It reminds me of a book I read years ago which was called 'Bury Me in My Boots'.
It left an impact with me then too..
Best wishes,
Eileen

Thinking About Culture said...

May he Rest in peace, and god help those who are in-need of him.

Diane T said...

I can hear the song in the background! Breathtaking lyrics!

Victoria said...

There but for...grace, genetics, luck. Way too many live and die so alone, lost. Good you remember.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

A lovely tribute, Square Corner.

GravenRecords said...

Square Corn. Great blog. Where have you been? I think I saw you in a jazz club while Count Basie was playing. You were smoking and drinking Gin straight from a tumbler.

Judy Roney said...

This is such a moving poem. To know that it is a composite of people makes it more powerful and the tribute strong.