The People Watcher

The snow-white pigeon sits upon my head,
Basking in the warmth
Of the summer evening sunset.

Always ready to take flight,
In pursuit of people and breadcrumbs,
I do not bother him,

I sit on the library steps of the university.
As still as the sighing pigeon
Ensconced in time, in this skin of bronze
I was created
and put in this world with a purpose.
I am the People Watcher.

Strange humans walk this square,
All taking different paths.
From end to end they glide,
as I receive just a glimpse of their destinies…

There goes a young man with an eye of determination
in hopes of becoming a lawyer.
There goes a young girl on her tricycle,
playing with her father.
There sleeps a homeless man,
dreaming about a life of riches, fame, and women.

Sometimes I wish I could follow these people past the square,
But that is not my path to follow.
I must stay here and watch over the ones that pass through.
I will always be the People Watcher.





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Jennax3 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 6:34 pm
Hey, I did that EXACT program at Columbia this summer!
I know exactly what you're talking about when you say 'the steps of the library'.
Coincidentally, the creative writing program at columbia jump-started my interest in poetry too :)

Now back to the poem: this is so amazing... it's such a unique topic! It's always fun to be a People-Watcher. Usually, inspiration for poetry comes from watching people and the sometimes outrageous things they do. G... (more »)
 
Whoeschler91 replied...
Nov. 12, 2009 at 1:12 pm
Wow! I was happy but surprised to have someone comment on my poem who when to the same camp as I did. I read all your work and it's very good! I like how you write in all sorts of forms of literature, poetry, playwrights, and free prose. Thanks for the compliments and good luck.
 
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