sailing to philadelphia
he sailed to philadelphia in a dream
sent by angels to rediscover a land
known for its doves and roses
he surveyed the streets on sandaled feet
breathing in air and admiring the people
who were nearly like him
who were down-to-earth
and homeless
everyone who witnessed the scars of
his past tattooed on his arms
and feet and sides
welcomed him with open smiles
begging him to break bread with them
may two thousand fourteen
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John, my friend, this is a triumph of a poem! The first stanza is absolutely breathtaking and the rest – well, just perfection – really really fine work. K
Kathleen: I’m delighted that you enjoyed this piece and thankful for letting me know. Hope you’re having a lovely Memorial Day weekend. JW
hey mister, anyone tell you that you write great poetry? 😉
along with the good and bad and ugly ;`)
thank you so much, Bonnie – you’re support is immeasurable….
fantastic and the imagery it conjures….we are all equally lovely then
thank you so much and happy you agree