Vagrant
Poetry packs its bag
It sleeps on a park bench
It doesn’t post updates to Facebook
It doesn’t need a GPS
Poetry would never wear a crew cut
It might dye its hair pink
It practices what it preaches
and talks to strangers on the street
_________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub
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September 17th, 2013 4:16 pm
Hmm…i do believe it talks to strangers…and the more I read this the deeper it gets.
September 17th, 2013 5:37 pm
i am all about the poetry that speaks to strangers and lives up to its billing…and acts a bit wild…smiles….this has been a cool series…
September 17th, 2013 7:37 pm
Maybe poetry has no bag to pack and can be as empty as the pockets of a homeless person or as full of beauty as the smile of that same person !!!
September 17th, 2013 8:39 pm
This sounds like you!
September 17th, 2013 9:02 pm
Poetry does speak to strangers 😉 love this.
September 17th, 2013 10:24 pm
I like it! The clear voice of poetry.
September 17th, 2013 10:27 pm
Poetry sounds a bit flamboyant…. And its not that I’m avoiding FB so much as I can’t get wifi in this damned closet! somebody let me out! 🙂 Cute poem Colleen! But seriously, the whole pink hair thing was supposed to be our little secret….
September 17th, 2013 10:28 pm
Sounds like my alter ego. Except I need a GPS to got to the grocery store and back!
September 18th, 2013 12:36 am
I do not dye my hair pink, nor wear it in a crew-cut!
Poetry slithers into every place small, and triumphantly enters castles tall.
Why we love it so much?
Poetry says what it means, yet sometimes does not mean what it says. Sort of like people!
You gave me a nice self-examination opportunity, in so few words, but much meanings. Thanks!
PEACE! and LIGHT
September 18th, 2013 12:38 am
Did you ever hear back from Dear Abbey re freckles. Inquiring minds want to know…. 😉
September 18th, 2013 10:34 am
Good one! Sounds like our poet friend Shamama. 🙂
September 18th, 2013 1:48 pm
The Dear Abby details are hazy. Maybe something about a lemon.
September 18th, 2013 3:02 pm
Can not go anywhere without my gps.
Poetry can go everywhere.
September 18th, 2013 7:01 pm
I like poetry even more after reading this. Side note: I used to have pink hair on one side. I kinda miss it.
September 20th, 2013 12:16 am
like this, indeed poetry is vagrant having no established boundaries, wild and free, speaking to strangers listening to and imparting truths..nice
October 1st, 2013 3:30 pm
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