Crossroads

Jabberwocky

This is a poem.
When I was 16 I stood at a crossroads
It was literally a crossroads
There were roads
They crossed
And the light went green and I stood there
I'd been thinking about poetry and poets.
I did a lot of that
Thinking
Some of it was about girls
But that day it was poetry
So I think
The ideal is not to write a poem
But to be a poem!
To translate your entire being into a poem.
Ideas quickly can become ambitions.
I nursed that ambition, even though I wasn't sure what it meant.
I took it out and looked at it over the years.
It's polished kinda smooth now.
Sometimes now I feel like I've achieved that.
That I walk down the road with my Bee Gee gate
Or cross a room.
Or say some casual amusing thing to a stranger with just the right voice and turning to look at just the right point.
Like my being has metre and rhyme, that it flows.
I still don't know what it means
But I like it.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2017 03:17
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  • Goldfinch60

    May your life in poetry be as pleasurable as this write.

    • Jabberwocky

      Thanks, that's a nice sentiment 🙂



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