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I'm going for a walk
It's Saturday,
and I'm going for a walk
to find cigarettes and, shoe strings
I left the door open
It was cracked and so was my heart
I stood on the corner watching the cars pass by
I got there just as the bus arrived
The sidewalk had cracks on it
and I'm going for a walk
to find cigarettes and, shoe strings
I left the door open
It was cracked and so was my heart
I stood on the corner watching the cars pass by
I got there just as the bus arrived
The sidewalk had cracks on it
Published 13th Nov 2021
Author's Note
What I did today. Pathetic I know.
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13th Nov 2021 9:55pm
There is nothing pathetic [your word, not mine] about your life If you see yourself within a living poem. The madness of poets and poetesses.
13th Nov 2021 9:57pm
Pathetic is just a state of mind. It doesn't really exist.
Actually, I love the poem. It's crisp, it's evocative, it's poignant, it sets a scene, perfectly placed in its interjection of action taking place (the cars passing, the bus arriving)
The line about, The door is cracked (0pen) and so is your heart (cracked) ? You have a genius for the work.
Actually, I love the poem. It's crisp, it's evocative, it's poignant, it sets a scene, perfectly placed in its interjection of action taking place (the cars passing, the bus arriving)
The line about, The door is cracked (0pen) and so is your heart (cracked) ? You have a genius for the work.
