Confusion

I took a look around me.

I see streetlights fizzling out like stars
in the solitary void, and wanderers
that go to school every day and return,
still lost, to warm homes every night

I see newspaper insulated bowling pins
buggy pushing carts down city streets,
and flower petals that wither and return
as waves wash continents out to sea

I see gaunt children surviving on the
memory of a hope they cannot name,
and a bouncing ball that twirls as it
dances on its path between the stars

I see me, and I see you, and I see us,
with our finger-painted smiles, and when
I look at you I know that in truth there
must be more to this adventure, and it is
then that I know that I see very little

I ponder my truth as I sit on a stool in
a room that was once familiar, and as I
look out my window I half expect to see
rain pummel the sidewalk into submission

 

Author's Note

Thanks for your thoughts!

Reviews

[J]

I see me, and I see you, and I see us,
with our finger-painted smiles, and when
I look at you I know that in truth there
must be more to this adventure, and it is
then that I know that I see very little

How I agree with this so much, I really do. To see so little but want to, to give and receive and find truth and adventure... I think it's an affliction with poets. Haha. That urge is there, I know.

The imagery and overall tone to this poem is very subdued and thoughtful. I see that you give thanks for what you have and pity those who don't have the same as you. Maybe I'm injecting myself into this a bit too much, but that's what I see and feel.

Confused: aren't we all in some way?

[Amy Whetzell]

So descriptive, just by taking a look around you. I love this piece, no particular favorite part, unless you count all of it. =)

[TL Boehm]

such beautiful - aching imagery in this piece. I'm torn between the first and third stanzas as the strongest but the whole piece held my attention...awesome write, Friend.

[Ezira Kardtman]

It's depressing, just like the thoughts that go through everyone's head when they sit down and think of their existence. Very nice.

[Emily B]

Doug!!!!! It's wonderful, amazing. Your voice has grown so much over the course of our correspondence. This is large. I'm glad to see you've posted some new work.

Happy New Year!