In a picturesque park down a scenic path,
One shoe follows the other
Treading the cobblestone
Passing pairs of feet walking the opposite direction
All determined to get where they are going.
Sun pierces through a web of branches;
Moon casts an eerie glow.
Flower to flower a butterfly dances;
Blanket upon blanket falls the snow.
Feet march on
To the café,
To the library,
To the playing fields,
Where whole people wait to greet them.
I’m getting sort of an eerie deja vu sort of feeling. The passing of time and the wonderment that people are still alive and doing there things seems to be the theme. You gotta wonder what all these people are living for. Their lives are very monotonous just like day passes to night and night to day. Just as the seasons are. It all leaves us kinda baffled to what the point of all this monotony is.
Definitely. I’m glad I was able to convey something of what I was feeling at the time. This poem called “poem” is definitely about monotony. I wrote this poem during a semester abroad at a foreign university and I used to wonder, as I walked back and forth between my classes, the library, and my residence hall, about all the people I passed, whom I a barely regarded as persons but more like passing cars.