He was a sight
When I first saw him
I couldn’t believe my eyes
A ghost-like creature
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Sonya a wonderful piece of work, as I interpret it to be the homeless, modeliing paper to stay warm. Your reflection on what their life would be like gives the reader a new avenue, where humanity dwells. Lovely piece of literature :)
I clung on to every word as I was in awe of this monster as your words were expertly executed to draw the reader in. The last stanza is a treasure as after all your reasoning, he was a person who was coping for the present time. Homeless people can become very ingenious in getting through each day, and they can help each other out. We saw a documentary the other night about a man who disappeared from his home and had spent 15 years walking the countryside of Australia, every single day! A great poem Sonya and I really enjoyed it! 10 love Karin
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! the words dance at your command. The fear and pathos go together in this poem. Your narrative skill and philosophy shine brilliantly here. This multilayer poem can be interpreted at several levels. Thanks, CP
Sonya your narrative shows such care and attention to detail - - neither yourself nor your readers will ever forget this 'Monster in Autumn' - - you have a winner of a verse here which lists skillfully all the reasons we should care more for those in need.... hugs from Fay.
I remember coming into Mum's room (she was in her late eighties and frail) and noticing that she had covered the bed with sheets of newspaper. 'I was cold' she complained. The resourcefulness of the aged and down-and-out never fails to amaze - as did this poem written with awareness and compassion, not to mention considerable skill. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Despite his homelessness, he is able to face the challenges by his innermost strengths to help him to survive in the seasons. Interesting.
he seems to read the seasons.? ........and how to survive.....
I was expecting something when I read the title. well this is a pleasant surprise. I like the social perspective on this one. I, too, wonder what materials (or trash) will he use during winter. I have never experienced autumn but I did wrote two poems about it. I hope you will also read them. Mabuhay :)
a page from mundane life...a life very ordinary among ordinary humans...you narrate with concern and gravity Sonya...very good work...10
Wow, must have been a sight. Keeping dry does seem to be the most important thing for homeless people. This is very dear; both your wonder and concern in this poem.
Loved this piece.(I used to be a paper girl when I was a kid)