World Poetry Proudly Presents Wilma Seville from Canada!

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Ariadne writes. The World Poetry Cafe Radio Show is pleased to welcome World Poetry Member Wilma Seville to the show! Also featured are two e-poets from the World Poetry Canada & International closed Face-book Group, Wilika Matchweta Asimont from Maui  and Sultan  Khilj from Pakistan.  Due to technical difficulties, the show was not at its best. The phone link is being checked by the radio station. Our apologies to all. we will be doing another show in the future. Listen here for the Radio Link!

Wilma Seville writes poetry, short stories, magazine and newspaper articles. She originally is from Lachine, Quebec and now resides in Hamilton, Ontario. She sits on the Literary Arts Committee of the Hamilton Arts Council and has done so for more than six years. She is a member of Tower Poetry Society, Poetry Center and World Poetry.

In her work, particularly in poetry, she writes about nature, human behaviour, people with special needs, and on the lighter side, she writes about her beloved cats, Boots and Tiger.

Her interests include music – classical and semi-classical, operetta, reading, walking at the waterfront and attending literary functions.

She is the proud mother of two grown up children and a wonderful son-in-law.

Excuse me please, won’t some body help?

Outside the plaza, where he stands most days,
he bends to feel the shape of coins,
which strangers, as they pause to listen,
toss into his case.

Arms and legs ache from a long day.
smile fades from his face, he closes his accordion
tucking it neatly into its case.
he’s ready to call it a day.

He walks to his familiar bus stop and waits.
buses pass him, but they do not stop.
one woman driver pulls over, speaks and points
to the moved bus stop across the busy street.

My eyes notice his predicament
although I cannot hear what is said.
I see her point and him start off
in the direction where the new stop is.

I can see construction in his path
my heart is in my throat, sheer will power
propels me ahead with my walker
I try to catch up, to help if I can.

White cane wildly waving.
expressive face etched with distress
rushing feet going too fast for me.
he charges towards the danger zone.

Excuse me please, won’t somebody help?
tears in his voice and eyes
people ignore him as they rush by
wrapped up in their own affairs.

Wilma  Seville (C)