And We Were Wall Watchers

 

And We Were Wall Watchers

We were those who grew up next to playground fences

Who befriended traffic

Who had inordinate fears

We were those who walked in circles

Stared off into space

Watched walls as we thought

We were those who could love ourselves

Though we’re not the best at anything we didn’t do

We all definitely became writers

Our silence consumed us

Unpopularity embraced us

But its quite alright, we’re just happy to be thinking

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

In the reading of this piece, I equated wall watching with the simple act of daydreaming. Perhaps because that is what writing really is in a sense. Daydreaming in words. Perhaps most writers were excessive day dreamers, hard to say really, but we know they day dream now. Or that creative knack would be lost in adulthood. I enjoyed this write - but that might be due to the fact that yes, I have to say that as a child I was often lost in worlds created by my imagination, though I always kept a foot strongly in reality as well.

[Chris Bighorse]

I really like this poem also. It has a distinct voice and flows really well. I really like the use of the image of drifting off (we are those who walked in circles/stared off into space) but at the same time aligning it with that creative force that drives us (watched walls as we thought ).

The only suggestion I have is changing the tense of the poem to the present (grow; instead of grew, etc).

Excellent construction and intuitive. Great read.

[NapoleonSolo]

this is great. it speaks to me.

[J.E. Stroud]

I really like the simplicity of this and it hits weirdly close to home for me, although I guess I shouldn't expect any less.
It seems like it would make a really good excerpt of internal dialog from a novel.

[The Scanners See Sound]

I like the quaintness of this. It made it's point clearly from the start, didn't deviate from elaborating on it, and was easy to read.

Incidentally, I disagree with it. I may by a writer now, but the only time I watched walls as a younger youth, was when a mall cop pushed me against one.

Still, enjoyable write.