Sidestepping

SIDESTEPPING (poem form: Synchronicity)

I can parse a crowd and walk right
through it, but now I live in this
village

with its uneven pavements and
narrow framed walls, and it’s filled with
polite

people who deferentially
step aside, nod with forensic
survey,

and when the cobbles slip into
quiet dusk and low hung street lamps
fill the

air, and night comes into itself,
I step with caution on those paths
where mud

sticks to everything, and no one
knows from what mix or fielded
foul it

comes, which is why my shoes are left
outside the door to fill with rain
and leaves,

and prayers that slip deep into my
soles from heaven to be cared for
by me.


Poetry Form: Synchronicity. 3×8 stanzas 8.8.2., 1st person. for dVerse Poets.  Photo by Lola Guti on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter

11 responses to “Sidestepping”

  1. Lovely piece full of odd angles and turns. I particularly liked the image of night settling into itself, and mud of course…lots of mud.

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    1. Thanks, Peter. Yes, mud … oozing and beginning to smell a bit of wet sheep.

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  2. Polite people are a rare species, unfortunately. I like this poetry form, it sort of sucks you in. It did me, anyway. Well written. 🙂

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    1. I suspect it’s the mud sucking you in. 😂

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  3. Very nice! I love the ending. Just beautiful.

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    1. Thank you, Worms.

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  4. Way to go girl!!!!!!

    Sent from my iPhone

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