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I can see the face of sorrow
as before me sits a man,
both today and then tomorrow;
in his hand an empty can.
Family gone; emotions spent
all friends have gone away.
A doorway where he pays no rent:
a place he’ll briefly stay.
A downcast gaze: a look so lost
it parts him from his soul.
He’s faced his past and counts the cost;
a bench his nightly goal.

Pain sits and rests in weary bones,
it seems there’s no respite,
follows him where ere he roams,
piercing in the night.
Damp courses through his frailty,
his cough rasps in the air.
His heaving chest a casualty
of warmth that isn't there.

He wonders where the time has gone
and where he left his youth?
And every night when day is done
his age reveals its truth,
to a shard of mirror, broken
where a piece of him is seen,
but no words are ever spoken
to tell where youth has been.
And he peers into the shadows,
hoping someone's there,
or is looking from a window,
someone that just might care...

All lonely roads he knows are his.
No endings are in sight.
He’s seen the world for what it is,
as well a traveller might.
And though he’s journeyed many miles,
the world still moves him on,
a cruel world devoid of smiles,
that doesn’t know he’s gone.
And when people have remained aloof,
at every turn and bend,
the sky is his inspiring roof;
the sun his only friend.

I can see true isolation
when I look into his eyes,
and know the desolation,
he was hoping to disguise.
Yet the road – it still calls yonder,
as a way to simply be,
I know – because this wanderer
is the man that I call me.
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Supach Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2016  Hobbyist
Yes this is a really wonderful piece you have written here, glad I got to read it again :clap: Bravo!
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I was pleased with this one and enjoyed writing it so much, so I'm pleased too that you enjoyed it again.  We all have our own favourites of our own work and this was one of mine. Some others are 'phoenix' and 'Winter' both of which felt particularly inspired. I enjoy writing every one but some have just got that feeling where you think - 'I've captured that just as I want to.'  Doesn't happen with every piece and its not necessarily the ones that others seem to like and favourite but when it happens it's such a great feeling.  You must have that too and indeed every artist of every kind on DA.  I would be interested to know a few of your own favourites from all that you have written or drawn.
Supach Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2016  Hobbyist
Well I have a personal best folder on my page where I put  deviations that mean a lot to me. They might not be perfect but just something about them that made me feel good either writing painting/drawing or knitting them. so a copy goes in there.
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Looked through them again.  So many of these have touched me particularly the poem 'Grief is' and drawings including your wonderful birds and cats - Safe at Last, the cat who looks like my own P2 and Kittie - the cat with the saddest beautiful eyes.  Of course they are all wonderful and you have a great rapport with animals.  What an amazing gift it is to be able to create such art and lose ourselves in that other dimension, where time flies and we tune in to that contentment that makes us feel so good!
Supach Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Hobbyist
 Thank you so much ,Yes  it is indeed very therapeutic. You have a wonderful way with words that get to me every time, a truly wonderful talented writer who deserves more recognitionThumbs up 
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Crumbs!  That's me saying I'm lost for words in reply!
Supach Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2016  Hobbyist
It´s true :hug:
tommyboywood Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
wonderfully sad.  I've touched on similar themes here:  His name was Jim
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le

and here:  Mary Rogers
Couldn't pay the rent, could you Mary?
Back out on the street, dearest Mary.
Winter's in the air/once a girl with pretty hair,
and the days are shorter now, my sweet Mary.
Where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Parks can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Out into the night/shadows everywhere a fright,
(Tell me) where will you go, Mary Rogers?

Store clerk turned her head, will you Mary?
Run fast as you can, dearest Mary.
Cops are on the way/daddy's calling you to play,
and the knife you dropped they found, my sweet Mary.
What will you do, Mary Rogers?
Jail can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Throw away the key/pray to God on bended knee,
(Tell me) what will you do Mary Rogers?

Stranger took you in, did he Mary?
Promised you the moon, dearest Mary.
Black eyes gave away/what an awful price to pay,
and nobody gave a damn, my sweet Mary.
When will it end, Mary Rogers?
Men can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Needles always lie/mommy's back home baking pie,
(Tell me) when will it end, Mary Rogers

and here:  Living in the Now
My past is full of misery, my future's looking grim.
My brother died in infancy, we're all still missing him.
Father suffers terribly and hasn't worked in years.
Mother spends her days at toil, her nighttimes filled with tears.
My life is harsh, I spend long days here begging for my bread.
I must admit that there are times I wish that I was dead.
No one seems to care for me despite my friendly smile.
Guess I'll take a little break and sit here for a while.
As I rest I watch the people walking down the street.
Some of them have fancy clothes and shoes upon their feet.
I wish that I could be like them and have a happy life.
Get a job and brand new car and find a pretty wife.
Time is up, forget my dream, it's time to earn my keep.
There is no food for lazy ones, I must now sow to reap.
"Excuse me miss, have you some change to help this hungry child?"
Her hateful glare reminds me that I am a thing reviled.

you're a true poet, rare here
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for sending the links - Mary Rogers was my favorite.  Your comment touched me - a wonderful thing to say to anyone who tries to express feelings through poetry - the best compliment I've received on da or off da!  Thanks for the watch.
tommyboywood Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
excellent.  welcome
beu50 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2015  Student General Artist
I wish one day to write something this moving. Excellent job.
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
So nice of you to say this.  Thank you - much appreciated and thanks also for the fave!
CrazyMai Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2015  Student Writer
So beautiful.. Your poem really touched me ♥
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
This is good to hear - thank you very much and thanks for the fave too!
CrazyMai Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2015  Student Writer
No need to thank :) 
Conductocurrent Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2015
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for this appreciative comment. Glad you thought so!
Weidenlied Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2015  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
This reminds me of the German books series "Das Geheimnis von Askir" (The secret of Askir) by Richard Schwartz for some reason. It's wonderfully written and expresses what someone who never stops at one place long enough must feel (what, in the books, Havald must feel). It's so very sad and tells a story of inescapable-ness that I like a lot.
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I'm pleased you thought it captured what I endeavored it to capture.  Thank you so much for this lovely comment and for the fave too!
Walterthewriter Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2015
This is a very well-written piece of poetry.You've done yourself well.
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for this lovely compliment and for the fave - much appreciated!
Supach Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2015  Hobbyist
:tears: this is beautifully heart wrenching Shelly. I´m  lost for words now :tears:
shelleypalmer Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much, I've worked on this throughout the day.  Not a quick one! Thanks also for the fave!
Supach Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2015  Hobbyist
Loved it,´re welcome :hug:
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