Just Walking

Ipod shuffling

Bruce is blaring

Street lights glaring

Off asphalt graying

And I’m just walking

My dog relieving

On grass just dying

Off key whistling

As Bruce keeps singing

But I’m still walking

Other dogs barking

My dog jumping

People start staring

Once I start singing

And I’m just walking

Houses selling

Teenagers wandering

Traffic Lights changing

Cars are speeding

So I stop walking

My dog stopping

Sniffing, pulling

My patience wearing

At time I’m wasting

So I keep walking

Snow starts falling

Hands are numbing

Bruce’s fans are cheering

Home starts calling

And I’m just walking…



Comments

[Jamesa Dugan]

It has great music to it. I love when poetry feels it comes out of no where. The world reflects off poetry and when you read it, it is as if the words appeared and never were written.
I get that feeling reading this.

The use of ing -- the doing verb -- the opposite of reflection and yet the poet reflects anyway. Everyone on their way and now they are captured by verse. They are no longer doing what they were but will be defined forever as they did that. It is a keen idea to capture teh actions of the present and for ever making them present. That is what poetry is. Your dog will always be that do. Teenagers will always be. One day -- you may have to explain Ipod in a footnote though.

Thanks for the poem -- thanks for capturing a moment -- thanks for reminding me to write mine before they are gone.

Thanks for the lunch.