It was an normal day in the city when I
heard the voice.
"Hello" it said
I looked about&all-around
but there was no-one there
just a lamppost.
I stood
Confused&concerned
and the lamppost spoke again.
I'd like to say it smiled
and winked it's eye,
but it didn't. It just said
"Hello"
in a tall thin voice.
Gobsmacked&disbelieving I replied
"Hello"
and waited
for an answer,
but I didn't get one.
Perhaps it didn't like me?
One day; maybe,
someday in the future
Lampposts everywhere will speak
and strike up conversations with people in the street
about the weather or the price of beer.
Like people but rather more concerned
about dogs
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Author:
Garry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here's something I wrote about 20 years ago, which I found whilst trawling through old files on the PC. I have no idea what I thought it meant when I wrote it but when I read it just it seemed to suggest that if we could look at the world with openness and enjoy the unexpected and unusual then we would get a wider view of the world and our lives would be much richer.
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Oh oh, Big Brother is watching and talking. Your poem conveys a sense of loneliness, with wanting to talk with a lamp post. Interesting write none the less. Humorous at one point, being concerned about dogs, but can we really expect to have conversations with inanimate objects. I see an intrusion of privacy. Did like the manner in which the poem was presented. - Phil A.
Thank you. An interesting interpretation. Glad you got the bit about the dogs. 😊
Fascinating subject matter. I am from the south USA and complete strangers will say hi and strike up a conversation. Perhaps you were feeling like you were like a post and everybody ignored you save for the dogs which took the opportunity to relieve themselves. Nicely done. I also relate to the "wonder what I was thinking 20 years ago when I wrote this".
Cartainly strangers tend not to strike up conversations in the street in Manchester, though it does happen.
Makes me think of the line, "Between you, me and the lamp post." Phil's interpretation is interesting, I agree.
I was in Blyth, a town on the coast in the NE of Egland just north of Newcastle recently and as i past a lamppost a wooden Pillar next to it started to speak.
It didn't say. " hello". It was some sort of movement activated art work that talked about fishing nets. Not a conversation i had predicted.
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