Watching cement dry...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting

watching cement dry

smooth and soft

smokey gray…

 

Up the street

a playground

sidewalk-chalk smiles

kids with no cares

shooting hoops

ice cream drips on

worn concrete

always sunny days…

 

Just across the street

pavement now cracked

broken in places

lives torn by

violence

fractured

like asphalt…

 

And the cement

is a pillow for one

a protection

for another

a gathering place for

storytellers

walkers

dancers

lovers…

 

Asphalt roadways

stretching through

lonely paths

rolling across hills

through valleys

drifting

curving

they wind

like rivers

endlessly…

 

Life walks on

slowly

as I watch

cement dry…

Reviews

[Mark]

The New, antiposed against the Old; the Rejuvenated, against the Decaying; the Past, against the Future: who ever dreamed so much of life could be seen in a stretch of sidewalk? Lovely insights, my friend!

[emmajoy]

Firstly, great format .. the upper case is strong, firm - just like cement. Was that your intention?

You use your gentle poetic hand when you write - ' Up the street / A playground / Sidewalk-chalk smiles / Kids with no cares / Shooting hoops / Ice cream drips on / Worn concrete / Always Sunny days ' - then contrast that with the world-aware ' .. just across the street / pavement now cracked / Broken in places / Lives torn by Violence / Fractured / Like asphalt '

Your penultimate stanza is just lovely. Thanks for sharing.

[deeps]

I like writing the cement before it dries, stick my hand print in it. Gotta make my mark on the world, no seriously here, this is a very well written piece, i like this alot. well written..

[Jinx's Heart]

Wow, very neat perspective! It's literature like this that make me stop to think and observe what I may have possibly been missing out on. Very nice poem!