Paint

I am living

like those artists

tagging

walls and bridges

a hit and run

no evidence of my

existence 

left in each place

besides a smear

of paint

saying

“I was here”

I was her

Once

Author's Note

in progress? maybe? it came to me today and I'm still deciding

Reviews

[Relic]

Being a poet and tagging pages of writers cafe or any other site can be an anonymous type of endeavor if no one outside this place knows you post poetry. No one I know knows.

We write or we paint and that's good enough for me. What we leave is for those that appreciate it.

[An owl on the moon]

Your words took me back to LA... seeing the colorful remains of the taggers as I would drive the highways... often wondering of their life... their meaning... now wondering of what we leave behind... what remnants... what colors... what words to make others wonder.

[Amanda Reynolds]

I love this! It reminds me of the sentiment in William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, " So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." Something that the human condition is striving for...

[Soren]

And so are all of our poems. Slashes on the page, paint on the wall, footprints in time that say we were here. Poetically said

[nadia dmitri]

An interesting theme that I have not seen explored much, I love how simple yet powerful it is, amazing work :)

[Twilight]

It made me think how insignificant, the individual can sometimes feel.? Also, that "tagging" is a modern equivalent of painting for some? A so called "tag" is sometimes left by graffiti artists (not always mind!), is intended as a monument to their work - and presence. In the world of street gangs, it can also be about marking territory. Certainly, it may be worth your adding to this? Indeed, perhaps to help clarify what's behind your perception of being anonymous..?

[W. Barrett Munn]

it feels to me like it had more to say. I find it compelling and a grand start.
I recommend The Triggering Town by Richard Hugo to learn about writing poetry.

[Philip Gaber]

I like this: A more truthful Banksy. Everyone's invited to the party. Pop the cork and let humanity rein.

[Arundass TP]

This is beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading

[Brad Dehler]

Smear of paint. I was here. Then you transition "I was her". Thought provoking. I like it, the way it is. The way it was

[JD Major]

An excellent analogy, an apt comment on the Human Condition, the pursuit of Meaning and Purpose.
I think it's complete, as is :)
JD