Watching cement dry...

Watching cement dry...

A Poem by An owl on the moon
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Sitting... watching cement dry...

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Sitting

watching cement dry

smooth and soft

smokey gray…

 

Up the street

a playground

sidewalk-chalk smiles

kids with no cares

shooting hoops

ice cream drips on

worn concrete

always sunny days…

 

Just across the street

pavement now cracked

broken in places

lives torn by

violence

fractured

like asphalt…

 

And the cement

is a pillow for one

a protection

for another

a gathering place for

storytellers

walkers

dancers

lovers…

 

Asphalt roadways

stretching through

lonely paths

rolling across hills

through valleys

drifting

curving

they wind

like rivers

endlessly…

 

Life walks on

slowly

as I watch

cement dry…

© 2010 An owl on the moon


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This is what I love about imagination, you take something as simple and ordinary as cement and create it into life, with a purpose, which of course it does have, but we never think about it.......wonderful read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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what a concept.. your hitting the unique button..what imagery this produces and depth of thought..really interesting read

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the concept that the landscapes we move through remember our passing, and record it within. Sometimes, when I am on a trail in the mountains, I grab for a handhold, and find a perfectly located tree root worn smooth from thousands of people grabbing the same spot to hoist themselves up a cliff. I get a sense of that here, as the concrete wears under teh countless footsteps of those who walk across it, taking in their life energy and being changed by it. Wonderfully evocative!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Now this is something different for me to read, and as I expected it is marvelous. I mean a mixture of sand and water holds so many of lifes events. A concrete sidewalk.. this is brilliant..

Posted 14 Years Ago


Oh so different is the pattyern of a poets mind yet i find solice in not being alone there tate

Posted 14 Years Ago


"And the cement

Is a pillow for one

A protection

For another

A gathering place for

Storytellers

Walkers

Dancers

lovers"

Love that part!!
Very smooth flow. paints a picture. very nice

Posted 14 Years Ago


A very different concept, I like the way it flows. Your descriptions take the reader through the journeys of life; both past and present. How different life is for each one of us. I really like this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


LOVED this....

"And the cement
Is a pillow for one
A protection
For another
A gathering place for
Storytellers
Walkers
Dancers
lovers"



Posted 15 Years Ago



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