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Electric blues

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Marta
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0 posted 01-10-2000 11:31 PM       View Profile for Marta   Email Marta   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marta



Electric blues

He came in, just finished work,
uncertain smile over trembling hands,
so ashamed uttered he couldn't wait
till his next paycheck;
had to get food, borrow some money,
laced his request with the promise to repay.
I said don't worry, we all have debts,
trust is the only thing we own;
it's right here, printed on our notes.
He returned today,
slipped a twenty dollar bill furtively
in my right pocket while whispering ‘thanks’
‘I've never told you I didn't make ninth grade. ’
No need to explain, I replied,
we’ve all have, at least once, failed.
I drove off with the memory of his blue eyes,
warm and cold stare, cobalt blue,
castaway of the ocean bathed in electric blue,
shades of indigo light
storming from the heavens above
in hopeful, wasted gesture.
Red traffic lights replaced the cerulean glare,
and there she stood,
head down in her wheelchair,
metal ghost, wheels of despair,
a woman abandoned on a road,
handicapped forever.
I stopped and got off,
gently touching her frail body moist with sweat,
speaking softly in her ear with a ‘are you all-right?’ question,
while I reached for that twenty dollar bill
still burning in my pocket.
She looked at it, incredulous, next to her small can of change,
and yelled ‘wait!’ ‘wait, God bless you, you’ve changed my day!’
I spun around and hug her, pushing her chair,
as she mumbled, toothless, Ronda was her name,
short of breath, an alcohol smell mixed with the words
‘No one ever hugged me...like that...before...
you know...I'm pregnant...’
My heart flooded with pity,
guilt for all I had received, all she didn't get,
while impatient drivers blew the horns
over the smog, in the torrid air.
I saw her again some time later,
standing next to a cop,
leg braces removed, folded wheelchair,
like a Buddha with clay feet,
a fake cripple in the mist of an era.
The sight made me smile
deep inside, yeah, nothing had changed,
I still felt for this shark trapped in a fish bowl,
as I remembered an old man's joke
about those rules and the games we play:
"The wise guy lives off the fool
and the fool, from his work."

Copyright 1998

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Denise
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1 posted 01-11-2000 12:02 AM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This is an excellent piece of writing, Marta. I have a principle of sorts that I go by now...I no longer try to figure out who might be trying to run a scam on me out there in the streets. If someone asks for a handout and I have it, I give it...just on the outside chance that they might really need it. It's a small loss to me if I am being scammed, but it might be a big gain to somebody if they are really needy. And since God looks at our hearts, He sees any gift I give as if I were helping the needy, since that was what was in my heart! This poem reminded me of that!  I might qualify as a fool, but I'm a 'happy fool'! hehehehehe

Great poem, again! There is so much in this!

 Denise

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2 posted 01-11-2000 12:31 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

Wow.

While, at first, I wondered where the poem was going, you showed me in quick order. I am deeply impressed. And also grateful that you let reality speak for itself -- in all its beauty and otherwise. Great work!

Mike
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3 posted 01-11-2000 03:29 AM       View Profile for First__Knight   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for First__Knight

"What ever you do for the least of these.....You have done for me."  Jesus Christ.

In those words may come the answer.  I like how you wrote this and its story line is sometimes true.  In this day and age it is hard to know who is a cheat and who is not.  But if given from the heart you win every time.  

 Drive it like you stole it...LOL

hoot_owl_rn
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Applauds!!! What a wonderful piece of writing this is. You have done a good job in portraying everything so vividly  
 
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