When he’s standing in your doorway Clean-shaven, distanced, Recognize that once he was Scouring the cracks in the blacktop, Picking pansies with the weeds And clumping them together to declare The love letters he had written along the sidewalks, Blue chalk sprawling beside her walk home.
And one day he was standing before her desk, A medley of a bouquet lodged under his fingernails, That he took to be the most beautiful piece of art. Lips slightly chapped, chest rising quickly, In a moment of unadulterated courage he ****** his arms forward To present the best offering he could. And all she saw was the dirt.
Take me to where the sidewalk ends. Past the dark streets that wind and bend. Return me to what I used to know. Bring me to the roads diverged into the wood. Let me take the road less traveled as I should. I refuse to stay along this normal path.
Our prompt was to pick our favorite poem(s) and write a response.
Possible titles: happenstance storm colors Concrete chameleon
I watched the sidewalk Go from light to spotted grey Sudden rain shower.
A different version:
Watching the sidewalk grey spots growing together Stone chameleon.
I like the idea of this one it's been rattling around in my head for a while and I've written it down in various forms can't quite settle on the finished version though maybe I should ask for some input ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really like the comparison of the changing colors to the chameleon but chameleons have no place on a rainy sidewalk so it's kind of a weird connection and it also reminds me of painting so yeah rain painted chameleon sidewalk mess hahaha...
Cracks in sidewalks are dark pockets in the Earth that contain forgotten histories of workers and parents, students and dreamers. Every time we step over a crack, a charge of energy from the past enters our souls. That energy informs us, our perspectives, our judgement, our wisdom.