Wanderer On The Dirt Track Poem by Raj Arumugam
Wanderer On The Dirt Track
no, I did not come that way,
no, not through all those images you mention
or past all those signposts you just detailed;
I came through the other perhaps the same
and not a way, as one might say,
for I just followed the dirt road
and let the tracks lead
and not in set ways
but simply walking,
observing,
breathing…
no, I did not see things the way you describe it
nor do I yearn now for those things I saw or that passed;
but you,
now you must let me pass,
and perhaps let me pass out of your mind too
for all the words and the language and terms
you use
that you use to converse and interpret
are your own,
right down to each nail and screw
for those things you have seen I have not
and all you do is to see in me what you have
while all I did was to breathe and walk and observe;
and so I shall pass, if you will,
wandering now
on dirt tracks that lead nowhere
but that keeps one moving on
Dear John Coldwell You are entitled to your opinion. Kind regards Raj Arumugam
Down many a dirt road lies A part of man that lives, then dies For it is the path that one has taken Where others have in haste, forsaken The struggle to reach the end (as some may call) An end that isn't an end at all But instead a place where one's marker is set So others will know you've been here, yet. Walk on down those tracks of dirt For along the way will be your just desserts. s
Modern poets, like modern art Are quick to loose the tricky part The few blue squares, the splashed azure The dribbled free verse, sense obscure Will not wash with he who knows, they are the Emperor’s new clothes
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4/26/2024 8:53:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Sidi Mahtrow Perhaps you've taken a too moralistic view of the poem, especially as evident in your last lines. Kind regards Raj