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The Sidewalk Glances at Me

The steady beat of rain on my head I glance at the sidewalk It glances at me bone dry as can be ~ Are we alive or dead, verily

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 2/26/2024 9:42:00 AM

Interesting!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/26/2024 8:17:00 PM

You know, Kim... Your comment is spot on... I thought this poem had some potential, but I got lazy and gave up on it, truth be told. It contains some interest though. That's the principal point I want to get across.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 2/25/2024 6:59:00 PM

Dear Gershon, This is a wonderful reflection on existence and perception. Your imagery of rain juxtaposed with the bone-dry sidewalk evokes a sense of introspection and mystery. It prompts us to ponder the depths of life’s contradictions and the fluidity of reality. Your poem invites us to contemplate our own existence with curiosity and wonder. This is a thought-provoking piece. - Blessings, Daniel

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 2/25/2024 8:15:00 AM

It must be a hot day. Interesting poem has me thinking that much of our lives is spent walking from place to place on sidewalks. Long may they be repaired.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/25/2024 5:37:00 PM

Heh-heh. Here's to sidewalk repairs. Cheers, gw