Walking home in my neighborhood,
I face incognito stones
Trying to trip agile runners,
Nosy dogs declaring authority
Over uncharted land,
Gaggles of geese
Mapping their route away
From decidedly endless, frozen pandemic days,
Where astounding numbers of lives have been lost.
I’m not dead, except in creativity.
From The Listener's Book Club
ReplyDeleteKate-Nice work, Aiden
Brielle-So good of you to share your words
Thomas-Your poem is lovely
Jackson-Mighty nice
Ruhi-Great poem, Aiden
Sasha-Pandemic was hard on lots of people. Great poem, Aiden
Aulton-Aiden, my friend, there is not a misplaced or casual word in your poem. It's formidable
Tommy Z-Nice poem-love it!
Coco-Aiden it is quite good/powerful expression of grief as I heard it
Miller-It is so indescribably thought provoking. Thanks for this super interesting poem, Aiden. I think it is magnificent
Philip-Interesting. Sounds like walking around my block
Pablo-I love the creative poem. Think the creative thoughts are so alive
Stacylee-nice sad poem
Brynn-Congratulations on a magnificent debut
Arth-Wow Aiden! Dalliance is such a great word. Pleased over my dalliance with your work