Intersection

As usual, I am curious. What is your interpretation?

Busy street, passerbys

Moving past like they're high

High on life

At an intersection looking out

Watch the people mill about

They're all going somewhere

 

Got no time, 

No time to stop,

No time for what got left behind

 

Intersection, lights go, green

Stop, red, wait no, yellow, oh

Just go.

Don't stop, don't wait, don't look behind you

Cus we got no time

No time to stop,

No time for what got left behind

 

Busy street, stands a child

At the intersection looking out

Waiting for an outreached hand

Waiting for the fakes to fade

And something solid to hold on to

 

Lights turn and still there she stands

All alone, waiting until the end

For something to happen, 

For something to stand,

In the chaos, in the crowd

Stand out, to shout!

I am here! Never fear,

For the real will prevail

Over the fakers, the passerbys

Going left, and right, and straight

Ahead, without a passing glance

Without offering a hand

 

Intersection, lights flashing, red

Stop, wait, no, yellow, oh

Don't go.

Stop and wait a moment, for the sound

To emerge from the headphone haze

From the cellular refrain

Stop and step just a step slower

And see the someone waiting

The left behind

The cold, small hand, that fits

Exactly into your own

Like the spoon into its mold

 

At the intersection, lights go green

And watch the passerbys

Walking hand in hand

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Oh.. this is the very essence of the winds of change in today's modern society.. everyone is feeling like they got left behind.. a flurry of machines passing each other.. no time for emotion.. no time to reflect.. and a portrayal of one.. who feels so human it hurts.. to see the flurry... still feels the need for the intersection that was yesterday... a carefree time whereby people had time to care. I loved the flow of this.. it's sad but realistic.. no time to play games.. we must grow up and flow with the traffic.. not be the child with the popsicle on the sidelines.. though we do all fight that intersection from time to time... as it's again human to do so... embrace the fact you can see and feel! Inspiration can and is found in every aspect of everyday life and reality.. great work! =)

[KUFU]

My interpretation? Well, this poem is so quiet, yet there is all this interaction of traffic and blinking lights going on. This is a difficult feat to achieve unless the poet is writing from their soul. This is a poem of invisibility. Of being invisible in a crowd. This poem is also intentional trepidation. The ending? TIGHT! It was as if you froze me in time, in quiet time, then as a horn beeped loudly, some unseen seeker took my hand and walked us across the street as if to say: "you too huh".
This one goes to my favorites.

[James Paulin]

I can see the child inside as being left behind in the rush to survive, succeed, excel. It may not be your primary message but it fits like the childs hand into your own. I like the subjectivity of this poem.