As I walk down the street
the overcast sky seems
to grow more distant and
my destination farther
than it was.
I see the shadow
of a figure
at the end of the road,
that upon my approach
becomes only emptiness.
cki
I was reading through some old poems that I had written and noticed that I didn't have a date beside this one. I am quite sure that it is from the 90s, and I do know that when I wrote it, it was literal. Funny how the metaphor alluded to then applies moreso now than ever.
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6 comments:
Whenever I visit this blog I never know whether you're going to make me laugh, cry or think.
Your poem is beautiful, thanks for sharing it.
Paul:
Thank you for your kind comment about the poem. If it wasn't for me starting this blog, the poems that I have written since I was a teenager wouldn't have been read until after I had died.
Oh... and "laugh, cry or think"... or ... make you hungry.
now that is a beautiful poem!
Have you ever thought about having your work published?
Thank you Jeanie!
Ryan:
Thought about yes... Even seriously considered self-publishing at some point, but then went back to thinking it was all crappy and left it at that. I wasn't even thinking of posting them on the blog, but it ended up being my outlet for almost everything.
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