Between Identities

Winter Light and Darkness 
 
I

Sitting, singing on the street,
Voice turned-off from drugs,
His fingers playing on and on.
They still recall an ancient song
That brought him love and hugs.


II

She pours her years into the child
Who digs soft, shallow sand.
He takes those years and buries them
To seed their future land.


III

The trolley takes me round and round
For free. I listen to the sound
Of Spanish first, some English, too.
The Sun knows what it has to do.
The sky will keep the water blue.
I board and leave the ground.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where Gina is hosting with the theme of balancing identities with poetic hum. I hope between those three identities there rises a poetic hum.

Sort of Round and Sort of Not

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

47 thoughts on “Between Identities”

  2. your final stanza is really beautiful Frank, we owe nothing to the sacredness of life, it carries on ignorant of our plight, we decide to be an engaged passenger or just stay for the ride. your poetic hum is humble and so appreciative of the life you have.

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  4. This I one of my favourite poems by you, Frank! The second stanza is beautiful and I love the thought of riding the trolley for free and listening to different languages.

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  5. An evocative write, Frank, particularly the second stanza. Leaving the ground, going round and round, offers opportunity to observe, explore and absorb. Great write!

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  6. I love the continuity of the second one, seeding the future. This is my favorite part as it sparks one’s imagination:

    They still recall an ancient song
    That brought him love and hugs.

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  17. Frank, I really like this poem. The second stanza is especially beautiful,
    “She pours her years into the child
    Who digs soft, shallow sand.
    He takes those years and buries them
    To seed their future land.”
    The devotion of one generation to another.

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  21. This is a very moving piece. There is so much to “feel” in this world….not just see and you have captured that so well in your words. Love the three distinct stanzas, glimpses of life scenes and humanity that string them together.

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