Sunday

17/06/12

A chill of November ran down my spine

As I trudged along the roads wet of rain

Gently and slowly watching my foot every step

Behind a footprint of loneliness I left

With a drop of mud splashing up me

I embraced the dreary morning sky

 

Faraway I heard a hymn of a song

And clapping and tapping away

But then a whimper and more whimpers

Clouded my ear to the right of me

A man went on his last journey

I watched a flow of tears go past

 

Then grabbed a seat on a nearby bench still wet

And rubbed my cold hands warm and blew

I coughed and someone coughed with me

A look of surprise grew on me as I looked

An old gentleman puffing his pipe

And then slid it back into his mouth

 

“Excuse me,” he said and folded a newspaper

Across the street a homeless man

Kept swearing at passersby while his dog begged to eat

I took an eye back on the gentleman

“Life happens everyday,” he said again

And smiled to himself but I was confused

Then took out his walking stick and got up to leave

 

Author's Note

Wrote this one this morning under a chilly weather and precisely managed to finish it today itself .. Your comments are appreciated :))

Reviews

[M Garcia]

Love the flow and imagery you've projected. I agree with the sentiment that life happens everyday. Keep writing. We'll keep reading.

[Rhea752]

great imagery. i love the poem.

[dan nacario]

great imagery...with very convincing descriptions of your subject..great work

[外人 (Gaiji..]

Great job, i particularly loved the first stanza, a nice curious story, though, loved the cold temperature atmosphere you described, i love cold and it's summer so i definitely needed it xD
Great jobd !

[Rene Velez]

great visuals, well written piece

[Coyote Poetry]

A good vision create by your poem. I dis like the last lines a lot.
“Life happens everyday,”
No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

I really like this, a poem about an observed situation, with lots of great images and a storyline, well written, good literature.