Thursday, November 10, 2011

At Queen Square




At Queen Square


Here people sit
waiting for hard news
replaying bad news
processing

There must be people who pass through on business
ignoring the Square and its weight of emotion
pressing 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?




x

9 comments:

Elisabeth said...

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.

120 Socks said...

Wonderful image and post Isabel. Your muse is working well.

jabblog said...

Circumstances certainly affect perspective. You have marked well the fear of waiting for news.

The Old Raven said...

No ... I suspect that you have the Square down just right, without any projecting.

turtlememoir said...

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.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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!

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

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

Jo Bryant said...

love the little observations that bring life to this

rch said...

I think we're all waiting for something, it's just that some are cursed to never know what.