Death
There was a wide, unpopulated boulevard
Simple, concrete sidewalks, black asphalt street
No cars, daytime, brilliant, several leaves
Scattered by a light breeze
I came down one side in a jacket
Unzippered, in the springtime
Hands in pockets, wind in unbrushed hair
I dont know - how old I was
Or how young
There was no end to the street
Just sun, hardness, contrast, angles
And no sound
To walk there felt good - was joyous even
I smiled slightly
While memories made themselves known to me
Though I couldn't hold them
It was my life I was examining
Everyone walks this street in the high sun
Everyone remains a mystery to themselves
Except in this instant
When what was believed dissolves completely
Into Life
Simple, concrete sidewalks, black asphalt street
No cars, daytime, brilliant, several leaves
Scattered by a light breeze
I came down one side in a jacket
Unzippered, in the springtime
Hands in pockets, wind in unbrushed hair
I dont know - how old I was
Or how young
There was no end to the street
Just sun, hardness, contrast, angles
And no sound
To walk there felt good - was joyous even
I smiled slightly
While memories made themselves known to me
Though I couldn't hold them
It was my life I was examining
Everyone walks this street in the high sun
Everyone remains a mystery to themselves
Except in this instant
When what was believed dissolves completely
Into Life
posted by APG at 5:19 PM
3 Comments:
very impressive and moving, a well written piece Mr. G
its a fab poem! Im really proud of you being able to capture the mood.
The imagery in your words wraps around my thoughts, stirring to life a breath of both sorrow and joy. Such beauty is reflected in this moment of solitude, in this moment of self. I may not understand, feel this poem, capture its meaning in the way that it should be, but my god.. it is beautiful!
“While memories made themselves
known to me
Though I couldn't hold them” ..amazing lines, what more can I say? (I run the risk of rambling, though I hope you will understand- how intensely beautiful it is, to have words become jumbled- to be left speechless, yet captured by emotion.) ~guenevere
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