At Queen Square
Here people sit
waiting for hard newsreplaying bad news
processing
There must be people who pass through on business
ignoring the Square and its weight of emotionpressing on leaves and squirrels
and pigeons
They come to smoke and gossip –
do they feel the Square’s freight of feeling?Here people wade through leaves,
pigeons, hearts,tears
... waiting
Or is it only me
projecting my fears onto an innocent Square?
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9 comments:
From one post to the other, one blog site to the other, you travel through the world. This poem is haunting, and full of powerful images.
Wonderful image and post Isabel. Your muse is working well.
Circumstances certainly affect perspective. You have marked well the fear of waiting for news.
No ... I suspect that you have the Square down just right, without any projecting.
Beautifully written, felt writing... we do project our fears, and yet know (if we're among the lucky ones), we're not alone in feeling them.
I love this take on the square. I know of a square like this, in the city, where the most desperately struggling people gather. One can feel the hopelessness, passing through it. Great writing, kiddo!
Isabel,
Nice observations about your square.
Like Sherry Blue Sky wrote, there is a square, or meeting place in most cities, where the sad and lonely also gather....
Thoughtful words...
Eileen
love the little observations that bring life to this
I think we're all waiting for something, it's just that some are cursed to never know what.
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