The sidewalk's like Winter, a not yet Winter. Most of the leaves are still on the trees and frost grows in the cracks. The city doesn't make sense when it's this cold. Not really a city but a big town corrupted by commerce and blacktop and tires that cost more than the cars that take them from home to work then back again. This road's dark at 4 p.m. and I shiver.
I'm awaiting a warming and a sleep where I don't shake out the day under street lamps, pretending to be warm by cupping my mug of coffee and a night that would fall softly enough to include the company of a kindred soul, vinyl records, and the sound of an old dog barking nearby.
I know the difference this time. Going back there would be a choice I'd be making but it wouldn't be if I couldn't stop myself. It was a choice I made before but it really wasn't and now it's getting so cold. Cold as a late crop of carrots on an early November morning on Barber Road.
In the meantime I will busy myself with what interests me. What motivates me and what moves me. Here in this moment I know what I had or didn't have. No story I've ever written has ended the way I intended when I first picked up the pen. I wonder if he knows any of this or none of it or all of it. There is stay and there is go but I won't go back unless I'm wanted and I won't stay long anyway.
It's a wonder after all this time thinking about it that I haven't lost my mind or the sheer joy I still feel every time a cardinal appears in the snow.
Living on the street is harsh and dangerous, specially in the shivering cold... but that's not the answer; I guess it boils down to go back to him or not; you seem to be teetering, and that to me is perfectly normal; But what you have might be enough for now: the ability to think, some freedom, the beautiful cardinal in the snow .... choices are difficult and you will know when you make the right one.
Lovely write, very honest.
Best, Betty
Living on the street is harsh and dangerous, specially in the shivering cold... but that's not the answer; I guess it boils down to go back to him or not; you seem to be teetering, and that to me is perfectly normal; But what you have might be enough for now: the ability to think, some freedom, the beautiful cardinal in the snow .... choices are difficult and you will know when you make the right one.
Lovely write, very honest.
Best, Betty
the city can be just so indeed ... i like the feel to this LJ .. it somehow reminds me of "Cannery Row" .. one of my all time favorite books and author ... and the movie wasn't half bad either ;) as I read I have glimpses of a woman, homeless and grasping at dreams wished for and her coffee mug (nice work with that imaging says i!) how many times is there a staying or going and all those choices ... me Da use to say "Son! You can never go back" .. of course at 16 I knew far better than that eh!? a poets heart in a heartless town .. merciless in it's indifference ... at home perhaps a partner who her poetry is lost on .. poignant setting, scene and action .. love the language and "feel" to this ... intriguing ... draws me in .. nice job!
E.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you for reading and your comments.
What a compliment to have my musings considered alon.. read moreThank you for reading and your comments.
What a compliment to have my musings considered along the same lines of Cannery Row. Humbled to say the least.
I've never been the best reviewer, but I enjoyed the poem, it was very descriptive in a way that was charming, and sucked in me into your little world. Sounds like a great neighborhood.
You certainly know how to reach in and warmly touch a bard's country heart … especially, with such imagery as, "I'm awaiting a warming and a sleep where I don't shake out the day under street lamps, pretending to be warm by cupping my mug of coffee."
Such prose poetry is rarely available at the Café.
I enjoyed this excellently rendered piece.
A cozy "welcome home" … it's nice to see ya!⁓ Richard🍃
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you, kind sir.
I am truly humbled that the mere recollection of my thoughts put to pape.. read moreThank you, kind sir.
I am truly humbled that the mere recollection of my thoughts put to paper would even be considered ( prose) poetry.
3 Years Ago
Wandering with you through your poetic memory is sheer bliss … a pleasure not soon forgotten.🥀
This is some of the best writing that is ever seen here at the cafe. This packs a punch of originality, imagery, & deep haunting mood. For a small sample of your excellence:
"I know the difference this time. Going back there would be a choice I'd be making but it wouldn't be if I couldn't stop myself. It was a choice I made before but it really wasn't and now it's getting so cold."
Happy Thanksgiving & thanks for sharing your art (((HUGS)))
I'm in tears. Humbled by your words.
After years of writers block I returned here most recent.. read moreI'm in tears. Humbled by your words.
After years of writers block I returned here most recently and wrote this.
You have no idea how much I appreciate being read, heard, and understood.
3 Years Ago
I'm really glad you're back. You can teach us some of your tricks! *smile*
3 Years Ago
I always wanted to be a teacher so I could throw the eraser when I got mad and have the whole summer.. read moreI always wanted to be a teacher so I could throw the eraser when I got mad and have the whole summer off. 😎
Thank you...❤
I like your story, wonderful imagery. i love cardinal's they are pretty. I see them as a realitive from heaven visiting me.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you Alex.
I see cardinals as a reminder that even in the coldest and bleakest of moment.. read moreThank you Alex.
I see cardinals as a reminder that even in the coldest and bleakest of moments there is still beauty if you look for it.
these are such intricate, honest, soulful thoughts. very thoreauesque - i love it. seeing a cardinal in the snow would surely make my day and make me feel blessed to be out on that road. the city offers me nothing - can barely breathe here let alone experience nature. great writing that gives me a good start to my day ... :)
Thank you, Pete.
Yes, the city offers me nothing but a longing for the woods and quiet and bi.. read moreThank you, Pete.
Yes, the city offers me nothing but a longing for the woods and quiet and birds.
Thoreauesque. A humbling comment much appreciated from this writer who has visited his sanctuary and lives just an hour away.
I've had writer's block for some years now. I recently went to Barber Road and this piece is what came of the experience.
Looking forward to being a part of this community again...
3 Years Ago
i used to live near concord. have spent many a day at walden ... :)