Lee Leon Poet Concrete

Notes About The Poem

_{This was the result of an exercise many many years ago, maybe over 45 years, to take the most unlikely object that I could think of and just write a poem about it. There was no real inspiration, no clear objective, and I just followed where the words went and stopped when they stopped.}

 

_{It was surprisingly satisfying, a bit too easy, and required virtually no editing afterwards. Centring (Centering in the US) the lines resulted in an interesting Concrete poetry form, with a downwards arrow pointing to a slab lying on the ground in perspective.}

 

_{None of that was consciously intentional, although it looks it. I like this poem although I do not feel that I deliberately created it, so my feelings about it and any pride in it are compromised. I think it's the best poem that I never wrote.}

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The Paving Stone

The paving stone sits like a stone 
Alone at the side of the street 
It has no eyes, no ears to hear 
It cannot feel the passing feet 
Tears and fears and threats and conversational discourse 
Cannot move the slab that submits to only force 
Too heavy to ride the tide of human emotion 
It lies on the bed of the social ocean 
Has no fears about pollution 
Doesn't care for revolution 
Doesn't mind 
Unaware, 
Blind. 

And every day, 
The planet spins 
For they who lose 
And those who win 
And the paving stone. 

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