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Pavements
curbside dreams, and smoggy streets
is where my body longs to be
where lampposts buzz
and the moon kisses my frost bitten cheeks
so rosy, though not one can see
i am alone, but far from lonely..
i have miles of pavement to keep me company
what good is daytime strolling
when all i do
is burn beneath the sun
and smear chalk onto everything?
that, and the heat
is just plain exhausting
so i pick myself up
when nobody’s watching
and carry on pavements
that never see walking
is where my body longs to be
where lampposts buzz
and the moon kisses my frost bitten cheeks
so rosy, though not one can see
i am alone, but far from lonely..
i have miles of pavement to keep me company
what good is daytime strolling
when all i do
is burn beneath the sun
and smear chalk onto everything?
that, and the heat
is just plain exhausting
so i pick myself up
when nobody’s watching
and carry on pavements
that never see walking
Published 5th Mar 2021
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5th Mar 2021 5:26pm
5th Mar 2021 5:49pm
This piece touches me in a very personal place, as I'm sure it feels like it was written from one as well. I hear you, Ttf... and felt the urge to say so.
Ty very much for sharing
🌹
xo
Ty very much for sharing
🌹
xo
5th Mar 2021 5:53pm
"i am alone, but far from lonely..
i have miles of pavement to keep me company"
That's comforting, I like that. I enjoyed reading this.
i have miles of pavement to keep me company"
That's comforting, I like that. I enjoyed reading this.
6th Mar 2021 3:08am
Dear TTF,
I felt a heavy sigh release after reading this piece. You write with a captivating ability to draw in your reader I felt like I was the one gathering up the pavement and continuing my trek to heaven knows where. While a lonely write I wasn’t lonesome. There was a sense of calm in knowing what I know about myself and yet I think you might write of a big of inner turmoil as your first stanza suggests. I like the conundrum coping as we struggle to figure ourselves out. Wonderfully introspective write. H🌷
I felt a heavy sigh release after reading this piece. You write with a captivating ability to draw in your reader I felt like I was the one gathering up the pavement and continuing my trek to heaven knows where. While a lonely write I wasn’t lonesome. There was a sense of calm in knowing what I know about myself and yet I think you might write of a big of inner turmoil as your first stanza suggests. I like the conundrum coping as we struggle to figure ourselves out. Wonderfully introspective write. H🌷
