This is a slam poem I dreamt up on my walk to work walking by the mother with red hair who I always pass at the cash and carry and all the other commuters I see regularly…except Monday was a bad health day.
I can be hesitant publishing what I write when it’s this personal but perhaps one of you can relate? This is how I feel when I’m anxious and can’t face looking passers-by in the eye (woo for accidental rhyme). I’m trying to read more poetry – are there any poets published or unpublished any of you lovely readers would recommend?
You push on towards me
Not seeing that we are different
I’m a footprint
You’re a typhoon, that baffles, traps
Feet stomping onwards making a
My head paces – does she, he, it know?
We are two horses in the races
And I’m just slow
Sluggish, broken down, a full-on frown
Is there a word for it?
Jumped up with worry
Hurrying to pass the woman with her stroller
In her rollers, on the school run
Don’t worry hun because I keep my head down
Until I feel the wind she makes as her pram brushes
By, by my side