Walk in the Park

I walk in the park
dragging a stubborn ankle,
left leg imploring the right.

They watch, curious,
or maybe they’re sorry.
Steps quicken,
the air around them
grows sticky
with grateful perspiration.

Listen to the throb of
leaking headphones,
faster, faster,
sticking to the slow lane.

I wonder if the eyes
on the benches
older, wiser,
see more.

See through the
elaborate charade
of limb calling limb,
see through the mask
of pain hurting pain,
see through the
incoherent balance,
foot before
inadequate foot.

Could they see the soul,
mirroring the legs?
Could they see time
mocking the laps?
Could they see the future
take one cautious step,
the mangled past
unwilling to move forward,
impossible to leave behind.

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35 thoughts on “Walk in the Park

  1. This touched me on so many levels — and I’m sitting here, speechless, trying to find the words to express that! So well done. So very, very well done.

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  2. This is such a vivid poem. I can picture it, and the ending — that entire last stanza — is excellent. Really thought-provoking to think about ‘unwilling to move forward, impossible to leave behind.’ Welcome to Poetry Pantry. Hope you will enjoy meeting other poets here!

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      1. Good. If you visit and comment on other people’s poems, they will likely comment you back. You are a new face…so making those initial visits will help!

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    1. Yes, I agree Jae Rose, we must find ways to move forward, no matter what! Thank you so much for reading my post. I really enjoyed your poem “Best Wishes” 🙂

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  3. I am SO happy you found Poets United. I hope you keep coming back. Your writing is wonderful. This is a most intriguing poem….I especially resonate with the left leg imploring the right (my legs are the same, LOL)…..And the older wiser eyes on the bench – yes, they see more! Loved this. Hope to enjoy much more of your work.

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    1. Thank you so much Sherry. I hope to keep posting here. Have had such a lovely welcome and have started reading amazing work. Will spend as much time as I can catching up. 🙂

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  4. This poem caused me to stop and think — that to me is the sign of a successful poem. thanks for linking this

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  5. there are times that we struggle in life, important thing is how we approach / deal with it. your poem represents that.

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  6. Oh, love the imagery. I echo so many others who have commented. Very well done, indeed. ‘ unwilling to move forward’, what a line. So much weight to those words. Great writing!! 🙂

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    1. Thank you Torie. That’s really kind. Am still marvelling at a line from one of your poems” lick the moon dry”… Am going to catch up and read more soon!!

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  7. You have painted a complete portrait so vividly….but the line that stood out to me as so brilliant in its profound simplicity is “leaking headphones”—yes! That is what they are, but I’ve never thought to describe them that way…such an apt description in the midst of this moving poem.

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    1. Thank you… you’re right I think. Sometimes pain which seems so obvious to the person suffering is quite invisible to everyone else…. maybe it’s just that the masks work well.

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