Standing on A Corner

in the time that I’ve occupied

this corner between sixth

and road to nowhere

I’ve been gassed by buses,

accosted by street preachers,

blasted with terrible music,

targeted by dog piss,

reviled by nubile women,

dismissed by the suits,

screamed at by some dreadlocks,

panhandled by pigeons

and yet I wait

won’t you come and rescue me

from this concrete prison


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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on August 27, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 57 Comments.

  1. Evocative imagery here…..Yes! Very Good.

  2. This is very special.

  3. The last two lines were awesome. Thanks for posting!

  4. You’re so good with words! Magical!

  5. I would rescue if I could but if you will look across the street you will notice that I am standing on the other corner waiting for my own release.

  6. This post made me laugh, so thank you! Love the word accosted and panhandled.

  7. There is no rescued
    We are all responsible for ourselves
    If lucky enough you may be able to count on a few
    Great piece John
    I am lost in technology
    With no help
    From device hell
    As always Sheldon

  8. This is so good! Probably a very good reason why I love living in the country!

  9. Been there and appreciate your deft turn of phrase. Made me chuckle.

  10. Why does it feel like it’s a tree talking? Bless him, rescue him!

  11. I’m laughing. Enjoyed it and can’t help thinking, “Why don’t you just move? I hereby give you permission to rescue yourself.”

    • Thanks! 🙂 That’s a good question. I had originally meant this as a metaphor – waiting for an idea, some inspiration to write, to come rescue me. Not my best effort. lol

  12. Love the way it tickles the imagination.

  13. Enjoyed this recent poem. I enjoy that they are short and always makes me smile. Thanks.

  14. I noticed that we both write our poems in lowercase. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt it makes the piece more organic and personal. While proper capitalization may be the more professional choice, I think there’s something bare and beautiful about lowercase letters that allows the reader to really delve into the meaning. Anyways, I’m really enjoying your work, and I look forward to more 🙂

    • Thank you, Maddy! 🙂 I’m not sure exactly why I write in virtually all lower-case but it may be an influence from writers like Bukowski who I read pretty often. It does give it an organic feeling and even the occasional punctuation that’s intentionally omitted makes anyone reading have to stop, go back and re-read. It’s a trick he used a lot though I don’t always do it I like using it. It’s great to meet you!

  15. Listen for the Shutter

    Great writing, glad you stumbled on my page. Looking forward to reading more John

  16. Honest to the point words, not flowery anf powerful. I will read more.

  17. Big city dweller eh? That is totally what we go through.

    • Thank you! 🙂 Actually, we’re in a somewhat rural area near a small town. This was actually meant more as a mataphor – waiting for inspiration to come and rescue me. lol

  18. Gary Wellings alias Sunburst2014

    sounds like big city scramble and bussle for hedge funds.Chaotic revelations and bacteria writhe there.sounds like fun

    • Thank you! 🙂 It’s big city and small town – actually a metaphor meant to describe the act of waiting on an idea or inspiration to write which would rescue me from the corner. I’m not sure I carried it off though. It’s great to meet you!

  19. Wow…thoughts and emotions of a pole. Awesome thought and beautifully put!

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