The Neighborhood
Taken from Sutro Park - view of the Richmond District San Francisco
The Neighborhood
I walk
the shattered concrete
time elapsing
memories a dense fog
I try to wipe dry.
I pass
the same house
sitting bare, dark
shrouded with shadows
alone.
I visit
the old library
growing thin
emaciated.
I search
for Plath, Angelou, Ferlinghetti
and find
the idiot's guide to computers
a treasure lost
forgotten.
I cry
the poignant tear
for what was
and what remains
wondering
do I still belong?
Comments
Have a good day!
The poem was beautiful.
Beautiful Chuck, thanks for the words
Liz, I surely do, thank you.
Glynis, thanks and I will.
Carmen, I feel so sorry for you and your Mom. It's so sad but at least she remembers Shawn, Alex and Jeremy. How is she doing?
xoxo
Colleen, I think it hits home for many. Thanks so much sweetie, love you too xoxo
Icy, Thanks, I think many feel this way.
Ancient digger, humor??? I guess we all interpret poetry differently.
Thank you so much Priyanka
Margie, I live the dummies guide to the Margiedales :D
AMH, Thank you, I'm beach crazy as well :)
A very beautiful poem!
Life is beautiful.
This has given me cold chills....
Ratty, Luckily I don't feel that way all the time :)
C, you are very perceptive and intuitive, thank you.
Mountain Woman, Thank you so much.