You never know where inspiration will come from. For some reason I was thinking about those plastic painting drop clothes that you use when painting a room, when it came to me that a homeless person would use that for part of their shelter which made start thinking about what life for these people is like. Which prompted me to write the start of a new prose.....
I have never quite understood how the brain works......
*Copyright © 2010 Roger Westeren
Cold invades the ground where life tries to survive
Attempting to take whatever warmth that has been gained thru the day
Plastic sheet over broken tree limb makes a tent like shelter
Newspaper, cardboard and a discarded blanket used as shields to defend
Onion like with layers of clothes, breaths cool grey fog
Over and over this war continues threatening life itself
Sleep , blessed sleep, for minutes at a time an escape reality
As my eyes open each morning the battle for that night was won.*
I have never quite understood how the brain works......
*Copyright © 2010 Roger Westeren
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