Distracted, ashamed, shifted focus, tunneL, Over and under and away from the holloW, No eye contact. No sympathy - real, quasI, Or other. Keep waking. Ignore thier needS. Too bad they did this to themselves. How saD. Glad I made the right choices? NO. All I have to be glad for is better luck than theM. If not for the grace of someone else's God, go I. Nothing different but our separate fateS. Too easy to pass on by - blind and numB. Humanity is rarely humanE. Each cry conveniently to someone noT Walking passed. Someone not losT Over and under and away in a sea of 'mE' Rejoice in the comfort of selfish concern foR Limited recipients: me, myself, and I is iT. Determined narcissism and ignored deatH. Avoiding virtue as deftly as a pleA Never spoken, Never writteN, Darkly arguing about worth and addictionS, Like charity bestows its alumnI, On the spot with a black gown and gaveL. Sinister excuses and twisted improV, Existing only to make okay an obvious vice. Yesterday, a cold shoulder to a former soldieR. Over and under and away gaze searching tO Understand why seeing someone hurt and pooR Results in mortification and disgust and hidinG. Small acts of kindness seemed to gO Out of fashion. Work, Buy, Hoard it alL, Until...? Well, I imagine 'til world's enD. Jessie Gutierrez
Maybe it was not wanting to let go of the seven sins and virtues theme we did all summer, but the poem on charity took a while to mature and be ready for posting. I did deviate from the assignment a tad – this poem is in the form of a ruba’i – a form derived from the Persian quatrain with the rhyme scheme aaba. In honor of All Hallows’ Eve, I call the accompanying illustration “Deconstructed Pumpkin.” Cheers!
Pacing at an intersection along US-Forty,
Dirty hat in his hands, asking for some charity.
The cars whiz by, ignoring the disparity,
Of being homeless yet surrounded by prosperity. Continue reading “Charity – Free Verse – SD”