dVerse Poetics

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It wasn’t a church
where I was left in the lurch
it was a big box store
and I was left at the door
called a taxi and when it came
he wouldn’t take me
as if me and my chair were to blame
it was snowy, windy usual winter fare
waiting outside freezing in that air
called another service asked about their service
cabbie pulled up to the curb, I was nervous
while loading the chair helped someone else, seemed his purpose
you never know what a person is like until you see them in action doing what’s right
I had only six dollars cash for a tip
he didn’t complain and my ride was blue chip

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Poetics: Left in the Lurch

12 thoughts on “dVerse Poetics”

  1. Cheryl, it hurts just reading your poem. The pain of experiencing it had to be excruciating. Thank goodness for the kindness of a stranger. I call them “angels with skin.”

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  5. It’s a cold world out there, brutal at times when you’re “left in the lurch.” Your poem reminds us that there are warm-hearted souls out there willing to take on another’s burden. I saw it all through your words, the extremes of weather and helplessness, the wish that there was more to give than just “six dollars.” Beautifully conveyed, Cheryl. Loved your use of end-rhymes too.

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