The Street

I visit the street

Where the spirits live
Of all who were never born...
The heart beats of a dreamer,

Some call it noise,
Not me,
As it drums up a tune

That gives rhythm to my feet

And a smile to my lips.

 

Around the corner...

I trip over a man.

A hobo to some,

An artist to me,
Collecting the tears

Of the woeful souls,

To save for another day,

As they become his tools.
Have you seen the impressions

He creates?
All with his finger tips.

The sorrows fall...
The emotions gently warm
With the kiss of the sun

My face is glowing,

Enchanted by the dreamer

Indulged by my artist.

I found my peace,
Lost in chaos

 

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"I found my peace,
Lost in chaos."

Profound philosophical truths here. It's all about perception, n'est pas? Uniquely wonderful poetry~! Lydia

[Raef C. Boylan]

I like how you switch perceptions of things on their backs throughout this piece -

"Some call it noise,
Not me,
As it drums up a tune"

"A hobo to some,
An artist to me"

"I found my peace,
Lost in chaos."

- it's kind of oxymoronic. Interesting, and it gets the reader thinking about how carelessly things are often dismissed, and also how different we all are.

If this is you when suffering writer's block, i can't wait to read you on form because this is a really great poem.
Thanks for posting it.

[Marie]

Nicely done.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a lovely yet somber scene you paint here with your words...beautifully done. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Beth]

I love your description of the man - hobo to some, but artist to others. He seems like he's there gathering up tools, like you said, to take back to his grand and glorious home - there to work wonders in his true form.

It's a wonderful time when peace is found in chaos - it's a good place to be.

Congratulations on smashing through that writer's block :)

[Chillbear Latrigue]

Yes, I loved this poem. I always like the imagery of a street - busy or deserted. I didn't know where you were going at the beginning. If I interpret correctly, the unborn souls are dreams and lost successes. The words were beautiful. I missed reading your work.

[Emily B]

TAmme, this is so absolutely beautiful. I'm left just on the verge of tears which is a difficult task in this home full of dogs and kids being the best of what they are. This is going in my favorites. Such an amazing write!

[Diana Owen Busy with Li..]

this is an awesome piece. It flowed wonderfully... I think your block is not as bad as you say it is or you have a different type of block because you are doing beautiful work.

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

This is and wonderfully insightful piece of yourself and who you are. It is understandable that you had a hard time writing it. I am sure you feel somewhat exsposed and maybe ill at ease opening yourself up. It
is very normal and still you did it so well. Great write.
Debby

[Rain]

You were facing that "wall" ? Well, the wall gone. This was so smooth and easy, with beautiful pace. I loved it. Rain..