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Morning Queen Regime Change


Author: beatthedrum
ASL Info:    55- F - Southern CA USA
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Morning Queen Regime Change



Some call her homeless, but…

On an early morning walk she owns the world
The yellow daisies drinking from the sprinkler
The broad but empty boulevard
The whole length and breadth of city lights
Sparkling in a special treasure chest
Opened before her hill top throne.
All is hers alone.

Suddenly a flickering seer of sun creeps
From his hiding beneath the eastern horizon,
Foretelling that this sovereign will soon be toppled
And her kindly kingdom repossessed at the hands
Of hoards of horns and unlit headlights with
No respect for sprawling predawn splendor,
As her royalty is undone

She acquiesces to retreat from the street,
Allow the would be rulers to arise from rest, lay ruin
And pillage a pauper's paradise with no regard
For the value of what they have raped and
Trampled in their brief and temporary triumph.
Yet she knows no regrets as she has
a perfectly plotted plan.

Before another morning comes,
she will ascend and reign again




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  It takes a kind soul to see into another, less fortunate soul, as you have done here. And so well written. It gives us a glimpse of the life of one that often goes unnoticed.
I'm not homeless (and I thank God for that) but I do love the early mornings.. before the rat race begins. Its peace and solitude is so welcoming.

"the yellow daises drinking from the sprinkler"- lovely image.

A good write.. and leaves one feeling almost envious of another who can see the beauty of such a time as you've written about here. I think we could all learn from this.
| Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by Intricate1 | [ Reply to This ]
  this resonated deep inside me, Chrystine. i think of some of the homeless people i met on the street in Berkeley... so many people won't even look at them, or give them the time of day..

i love how she is a Queen in her world, walking through the early morning before the rest of the world is awake.

And her kindly kingdom repossessed at the hands
Of hoards of horns and unlit headlights with
No respect for sprawling predawn splendor,
As her royalty is undone

it becomes a noisy world, indeed, and she is taken from her kingdom..
she retreats from the harsh reality of day..
only to return in the quiet beauty of the early morning.

wonderful job with this, Chrys. i want to fave this one because it is so poignant and touches a place deep inside me..

shalom,
~Cat
| Posted on 2006-09-02 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]
  This is a really lovely poem. You capture a most interesting point of view with this write. So often people view homeless people as insignificant and unworthy and view them through harsh eyes. This poem captures this woman in an uplifting and unique way as you describe how the ordinary people of the world are an intrusion to her world and how they spoil her enjoyment with all the noise and chaos of life. She has the world at her fingertips, enjoying the things that most people take for granted and this was lovely to read. A refreshing and positive poem seeing the world through the eyes of someone like this and keeping a most positive spin on it. Very well worded and expressed. Nice work.

Lorna
| Posted on 2006-09-07 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
  Ahh, the pre-dawn splendor of chirps and solitude, broken only now and then by intruding street lamps, and soft but ever-present footsteps that echo our presence.

A very pleasant read; an easily imagined and most-welcome scenario. Thank you for sharing, John.
| Posted on 2006-09-02 00:00:00 | by coyote | [ Reply to This ]
  What a different side of the coin no one sees when one thinks of a homeless person. As I read this I could picture it, here she is alone appreciating the beauty in a day, thankful for all she has and is, and here come the "civilized" folks taking it all for granted and treating her like dirt, dusting her off to rid her. I like how you kept the poem on a positive point. It was not a plea to save her, or hear her belly ache, but too see, that it was possible not all homeless people feel depressed or woe is me. This was a great aspect to write from and I commend you for it. Great work!

Catrina
| Posted on 2006-09-07 00:00:00 | by Magnolia Steele | [ Reply to This ]
  Chrystine
This is a really powerful and well worded write
I believe you know my feelings about the homeless they truthfully understand Love as in Love thy Neighbor and they are truthfully the richest people among us in that they need not money to survive but just the Love of another
I find that simply beautiful
God Bless
Ron
| Posted on 2006-09-02 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]


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