Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Untitled Woman

On the corner at half past twelve,
a baggy pant wearing woman stands
with skin
saddled by the sun,
pommel nose  kissed with freckles

and underneath her drab attire
the bony frame of a drifter
leans, sign in hand,
pleading for the pummel
of a quarter or
the feathered sound of quiet, glorious cash

The public wanders on
as she adjures them to no avail
their unattainable eyes
lingering back and forth to the banal,
easy going objects and anything
but her drifting, yellowing cornea

Whisperings flow
of on what she'll spend
and that it would be better thrown away
Yet, not one will stop to ask of her why-
just keep walking in disdain

At half past one
the tin she's used
to harbor the currency she'll trade,
for a sandwich and some cold coffee,
is filling slowly
she will keep her sign
held high with scribbles of
the truth she spews
that we never want to believe and then
we offer up our pockets without knowing
because that is what we do.

Copyright © 2010 Alexis Hallum


Roland D. Yeomans said...

Your poem is quite profound and sings to the lonely spirits wandering our streets. Thanks for being brave enough to share.

Thanks for visiting my blog. Thanks for following. I've returned the favor. Don't be a stranger. I'll come back to see what other lovely poems you've left us. Have a great weekend, Roland

Lydia Kang said...

Lovely and sad. I like the treasure element in there.
Thank you for sharing!

The Empress said...

Very visual.

I can see her.

Thank you.

covnitkepr1 said...

I’ve enjoyed looking over your blog. I came across it through another blog I follow, and I’m glad I did. I am now a follower of yours as well. Feel free to look over my blog and perhaps become one as well.

Swedish Yogagirl said...

So, here you are. Thanks for stopping by at my blog earlier. This is lovely writing you share.. and I like your blogname =)

Jaime Kubik said...

Oh the imagery! And the upwelling of feelings! You have a gift. I am so glad you found my blog so I could find you!

Barb said...

Alexis, I've seen this wo(man) but must admit, I haven't actually "seen." I think perhaps you have. Your poetry opens spaces where questions arise.

Wanda said...

I live in a small town and never actually see such, but do see an increase in visitors to a nearby food bank.

Jodi said...

Painful, touching and a good call to wake up.

Vicki Lane said...

Nice poem, Alexis! -- well-imaged -- and wonderful header. Thanks for visiting my place!

Star said...

I see many people like this on the streets of my town. It is hard to pass them by without giving them something. Sometimes a smile is enough to lighten their load.
Blessings, Star

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blueviolet said...

We can't even see beyond the exteriors, but only because we don't try.

SharoninWonderland said...

I am so very glad you stopped by my blog so I could find yours!! Fantastic all around! Never ever stop writing, it is my passion too!

Brendan T. Kelly said...

Incredible descriptions, I love your stuff.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks for the visit and follow, Alexis. I love the title of your blog, very cute. And life IS in the details, isn't it?

Michelle said...

Great poem - touching :)

Graceful said...

It's so wonderful to meet you here -- I am SO very glad you take a bit of time away from laundry and dishes to write. You are very talented, and have a way of capturing images in words, images that sink deeply into me.

Thank you...and thank you for visiting my blog today.

Tamara said...

Hi there Alexis!
Thanks for taking me on another journey with your thoughtful words ( : This particular piece means a great deal to me, would it be okay with you if I printed it? There is someone that I would really like to share this with.
Also, thank you for your encouraging comments on my blog, your comments mean more to me than you know. Thanks again.

GreenEyes said...

your words have a calming effect on me. it's the kind of thing i could just sit and read all day. you need to get these published. your work is like a balerina in a music box. it needs to be displayed for all to see! not just the one twisting the key for the music!!!