January 2020

Because the winter wind teters on the steel rope bridge,
Shall a blind man walk straighter in its shadows?
Shall a white cane and tin cup lodged in his palms suffer
The emptiness of a dark room?
The snow sniffs, pours on the tip of his tongue for a thirst,
It clouts his spittle like a broken life;
The sightless beggar alone in the twigs of his
Eyes, two burning embers
Smoldering, licking his life through a deadly accident,
Plucked by an explosion,
Forever, as his tongue breaks its
Rounds at the end like a wagged root.
Because he stands alone, one story out of a
Bum city,
His frozen wife’s juices drift like a fixed
arctic sea
Secretly in statuary,
Shall he, planted in the cold and desolate street,
Turn to stare at an old year
Toppling down in the muddle of glass
And cement
Like the mauled reflections of immigrants?
The salt trucks and melted asphalt
Furnish heat from manhole covers in a
Dead warmth,
He, a bent over man in anticipation
Is plucked from frostbite in a saving grace.

January 2020

43 comments on “January 2020

  1. NZain says:

    Ahh—saving grace! What a wonderful ending, Lance!

  2. Bleak as an urban winter street, and yet, grace intervenes at the end. Wonderful emotional-descriptive writing Lance! One palpitates the hopelessness and desolation….and then a glimmer of hope.

  3. Devon Brock says:

    Hello, Lance. Another great piece as usual. As a small note on the truth this, I’ve recently started working for a blind man. He tells of the dangers of the slightest misjudgement on the angle of step. He tells of how wind is fog to the blind – blurs the echos. Many a harrowing tale he tells. I believe you’ve captured that vulnerability beautifully.


  4. A frozing poem for the winter !
    Happy new year, Lance ! ❄️🌞😉

  5. lampmagician says:

    Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
    A great poetry winter ever 🙏🙏🌧

  6. At the same time sad, but what a beautiful description you have. Great as always! Thank you Lance!

  7. What can I say, eloquent & vivid. And yes, I’m glad it ended well.

  8. Dear Lance, your poetry is so brilliant but often makes me sad. Your poems seem to express so much sadness and a struggle for hope and healing. The light is never far, I find. Elisa

  9. Your answer puzzles me. Elisa

  10. A clever reply, thank you. Elisa

  11. rabirius says:

    Excellent, Lance.
    And, even though I’m a bit late, Happy New Year!

  12. Powerful. There is a deep anger here, yet grace manages to intervene.

  13. francisashis says:

    Thank you very much sir for sharing the majestic poem.🌹🙏

  14. KINDNESS says:

    Oh my goodness, you’re Mine! Lovely

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