"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture
and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

~ also, if possible, to dwell in "a house where all's accustomed, ceremonious." ~Yeats

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Shadowy Sidewalk Imprints (#1)

A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
"The day she quit poetry
the sidewalk insisted
on revealing its magic
shadowy imprints of fallen leaves

dancing frozen in concrete
people trampling
over autumn snapshots trapped in gray
but she knew it was a sidewalk
herself a pedestrian
She had quit poetry. . .
"

~ from The Day She Quit Poetry
by Michael Kuchma (1979 - 2008)

Another timely coincidence (aren't they all?): for the past few years, I have been collecting photographs of leaves in concrete, planning to pull them all together into a blog post. Then along comes this sad and beautiful poem, "The Day She Quit Poetry." The imprints are not consistently clear, yet I sense that they capture the poet's impression of magical leaves frozen in concrete. And of course, it is autumn now, or nearly so, the perfect tme to relish the imagery of Michael Kuchma and Shel Silverstein.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.


by Shel Silverstein (1930 - 1999)
Oak leaf on concrete
January 30, 2020 [Pictures: 2019-08-30]

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Shadowy Sidewalk Imprints by Julie
September 15, 2020 [Pictures: 2020-0501]

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1 comment:

  1. The Day She Quit Poetry
    by Michael Kuchma

    The day she quit poetry
    the sidewalk insisted
    on revealing its magic
    shadowy imprints of fallen leaves

    dancing frozen in concrete
    people trampling
    over autumn snapshots trapped in gray
    but she knew it was a sidewalk
    herself a pedestrian
    She had quit poetry

    The day she quit poetry
    the produce aisle in the grocery store
    refused to cooperate
    celery sticks and front porches and peanut butter
    mingling in childhood days and freckled neighbours
    while banana bunches gossip
    as things in bunches tend to do
    but she restrained herself,
    demanded the celery to be vegetables
    saw the bananas as colour
    and nothing more

    The day she quit poetry
    she struggled with memories
    of a former lover
    using kisses to collect park benches
    water like marble on shoulders
    rhythms with criminal pauses
    kisses like marble, maybe
    bells ringing outside the bedroom
    but she had promised herself
    to live her life clear
    to ignore the voice that tells her
    how it all lives again

    The day she quit poetry
    the walls became poems
    she smiled
    her smile became a poem
    she laughed
    her laughter became a poem
    and she drowned
    in a room full of blank pages

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