#Poetry on the Pavement and Sidewalk

Poetry on the Pavement and Sidewalk

Recently I saw that Singapore’s Sing Lit Station was doing some poetry on the sidewalk (footpath, here in the land of Australia).  This had previously come from Boston’s Mass Poetry.  I found myself really warming to the concept. But then, I also discovered that pavement poetry exists on a number of levels.  Firstly, there is actual poems, stencilled on the pavement.  Then there are the people we see and events that happen, literally poetry in motion, and in still, waiting to be written.

Poetry on the Pavement and Sidewalk

 

Poetry on the pavement,

Stanzas scribed in stencil,

On the sidewalk.

It will make people

look

and stop,

And talk.

Rain has long

been

a bringer of life,

And now,

it brings

life to lines,

of words

between

lines of

limestone and concrete

and asphalt.

Graffiti on the ground,

Verses that are found,

To be

words for our walk.

Then,

As we look around,

More poems can be found,

In sight and in sound.

The lady walking by,

Shoulders sagging

under an unseen burden,

And face

quivering

with sobs and tears.

What are her fears?

A mother passing by,

Pushing her reclining infant,

Her face in a fixed, blank gaze,

As if in a daze.

What can bring meaning

to her days?

Sign in café window

“Closed today.”

Cancer treatment is added

to their fray.

Poems on the pavement

to us do greet,

And are in more places

than what passes

under feet.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 19 February 2017

 

 

 

 

Author: simonfalk28

Country lad, Focussing on verse.

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