Here is another free poem that I wrote based off the interactions around me. One day I was taking a walk in Chinatown which lead to this poem. I really like the way it came out so I will definitely do more poems like this.
Wilderness Poem: Town
Cold sidewalk pavements somehow move with the flow of the wind. The trains passes and wakes the sleeping birds, “skeeeerd”, as it comes to a halting stop. I continue my walk. Altered sidewalks and the smell of something that is not familiar to my nose. The scene is widely dull. The main streets are filled with the yammering of the old while the hoods are silent. “Flu flu flu” a squirrel rushes up a tree to feed its young to sustain its life in the hood. Slowly, but surely, people and their young parade from their homes to deliver their offspring to the idiot box. The kids with their cute little faces are not joyus of this excursion. One little one tries to break my ankles as she wobbles to her morning doom. Cheeks flow with a smile as I nearly triple over a crack in the ground. “Now the little girl’s single mother won’t talk to me. Good going Garser”. Overall, “Flu flu flu”, another squirrel climbs a tree, this is just another day to me.
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Wilderness Poem: Town
Cold sidewalk pavements somehow move with the flow of the wind. The trains passes and wakes the sleeping birds, “skeeeerd”, as it comes to a halting stop. I continue my walk. Altered sidewalks and the smell of something that is not familiar to my nose. The scene is widely dull. The main streets are filled with the yammering of the old while the hoods are silent. “Flu flu flu” a squirrel rushes up a tree to feed its young to sustain its life in the hood. Slowly, but surely, people and their young parade from their homes to deliver their offspring to the idiot box. The kids with their cute little faces are not joyus of this excursion. One little one tries to break my ankles as she wobbles to her morning doom. Cheeks flow with a smile as I nearly triple over a crack in the ground. “Now the little girl’s single mother won’t talk to me. Good going Garser”. Overall, “Flu flu flu”, another squirrel climbs a tree, this is just another day to me.
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