By Roger Crique (Age: 59)
Inspired after a conversation with a dear friend and mentor, J.R. Royal. Who do you walk with?
It strikes me funny
All the people I see during my daily endeavors
Outside, they pass my by
aloof and oblivious to my stare
for they do not see me
they’re always moving,
A wave of endless corpses
Strap hanging, staring out the darkened windows
Inside the moving subway
Up and down the elevators,
looking at the ceiling
as they press their designated floor
A forced smile, no direct contact
People lost in the shine of their shoes
Where do they come from?
For tomorrow I’ll never see them again
A fleeing memory of sorts
Obscure in the etching of my mind
A mere reflection in a sunny day
A daunting shadow in the dead of night
I see them coming straight toward me
I must change directions before the impact
Their faces contorted, in useless monologue
At the end of their leash a dog, barking at my feet
A wagging tail makes me wonder
How many souls are hungry now?
Endless sniffles at a hydrant
A doggie bag scooping up the matter
A dumb and mute pulling its weight and master
Million dollar pillars that smell of piss
Total strangers are comfortable
As they recognize their pooches
Canine wizardry has done its magic
As the walking dead detain
Walking among the dead
Desperate souls trying to finish what they started
Short in rhyme and reasons
Full of vainness and coldness
Only to be pleased by a wagging tail!
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| 11-15-2005 Sage Bruce
I do this..I zone out because I don’t want to see all the people around me. I only want to be with my self. I do my best thinking that way. I think of poems as I walk to and from and throughout my school. I don’t really want to pay attention because I’ll se what they’re saying and I’ll know why they’re laughing.I try to blend in and push away. I think that people want to be blinded untill they’re prepared to see.
| 11-07-2005 Deborah Thomas
Sad, isn’t it? I sometimes have to break out of the silhouettes and make some kind of statement.. attempt some sort of conversation.. usually accompanied by a nervous laugh or a witty remark, depending on how brave I feel today.
| 11-05-2005 David Pekrul
I see two things here; firstly, people lost in the hustle and bustle of the city, isolated from one another as daily pressures and activities take their toll; secondly, the attachment of humans to their pets, while ignoring all other people around them. It seems we have come to love our pets more than we love our children (a rather sad state of affairs.)
| 11-05-2005 Paul Gardner
| 11-05-2005 Brian Dickenson
A wonderful description of life in any big city.
| 11-04-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut
They move along in lines. Each day the same thing with little variance. A routine that doesn’t change much becomes distracted by a friendly request for some attention. It’s great to feel loved and a pet can be a great source of that! Your poem took me down to the streets of new York and the hustle bustle of the work week. Great job, Anthony