Sidewalk hold me up now

the way I feel on a walk home, pretty random.

Why can I not put words on the funny little

Sensation inside my nose,

WHen I walk and the rain is barely touching me

But I return drenched in a million minature

rain...buds?

 

It smells like green days when the sun is out

Yet the sky is a concrete slab

Crumbling onto me

But I close my eyes

And I'm in the loving arms of summer days

But my sweater wrapped arms and cold

And I'm sort of confused.

 

I'm always confused.

Repeat.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Sometime when you are confused, join us in our state,
the state of confusion.
I ran accross you where you 14 yrs. of age, 7 years ago.
That makes you almost legal---- Of course by legal I mean
voting age----O.K ?
Glad you are still around. Drop in again.
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Max Arnold]

this one I think is my favorite. thee thought's are always subtle, the meanings barely expressed, leaving the reader open to interpretation. it's self-referential, as well. which may be the first time I've ever seen that in a poem. congrats

[Collect-Eye]

gravity attacks confound me as well.

[An owl on the moon]

Actually enjoy the randomness! Just beautiful imagery that captures the notion of days in sun and rain so well.

[Natasha Ashway]

This is different. Ends abruptly. Makes me wonder about the girl walking on the sidewalk.
I understand 'Repeat'. The scene, like a song, is played over and over with the days that go past - till the sun shines brightly again.
It's good. The type of piece to have coffee conversations about. Like it.

[La Belle Musical]

Aww, I liked this. The sentiment was very endearing and unique. Your imagery was very good, and the way it flows, is overal well. Maybe a few tweeks here and there and it'll be perfect. Good job - keep at it.