A Sidewalk Poem by Delilah Miller

A Sidewalk

Rating: 5.0


I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep;
A bone that is too weak to be broken
because it halted growth and from motion is kept.
And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens.

The ocean floor is delightful
in comparison to the covering upon my heart.
Slowly, it bends to pressure, refusing my pull!
I wait for you to disappoint me before you start.

The idea of stopping my own darkness
mocks reality and propels hope into despondency.
It's a mask on my face when I wish to wear it like a crest.
I mean to tell the truth, and end up peddling destiny.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adam Holmes 29 April 2008

'Im the game machine spitting out tokens'- what a great line. fantastic poem

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Max Reif 17 September 2007

your first line reminded me of these lines from W.B. Yeats' 'Crazy Jane on God' I had wild Jack for a lover; Though like a road That men pass over My body makes no moan But sings on: All things remain in God. (ps: the whole poem is on POEMHUNTER)

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Tapas Dutta 21 July 2007

pretty strong....very well written

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Goldy Locks 22 February 2007

YES! ! Excellent concept(s) , development. all-around, Colette. ~~sjg

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