
So I look around
at the world
with its
hustle
and
bustle
and
screaming
and
riots
and
wars
and
death
and
life
and
computers
and
technology
and
everything comprehensible
and
incomprehensible
and
then I wonder –
Where do I fit in?
8th November 1982
You know what…I really like the placement of the greenery in the photo. With the cement jungle smothering it, it must be thinking ‘Where do I fit in?” .
LikeLike
Yes. When I found this photo amongst my others, I realised it would be perfect for this poem.
LikeLike
You covered everything in those words my friend, reminds me of the song I recall called Tar and Cement, where are the Lilacs, Tar and Cement, the laughter of Children, Tar and Cement.
Cant recall the singer but your words fit it perfectly.
Cheers
Ian
LikeLike
I must admit that I hadn’t heard of the song however I found the song by Verdelle Smith on You Tube. Very nice song. Great words.
Thanks for pointing me in that direction Ian. π
LikeLike
Suz, great photo and great poem.
LikeLike
Thank you Skinny. Although I wrote the poem when I was a teenager, the photo is only a couple of months old. Funny how things come together like that isn’t it?
LikeLike
Right in the bloody middle! (Next question? Anyone?)
LikeLike
Typical male – always stating the obvious!!
LikeLike
Love the photo! And you belong right where you are. π
LikeLike
Thank you April. I like to think so. π
LikeLike
Ooooh I like this! Thanks for sharing, it’s beautiful, both the poem and the picture.
LikeLike
Thank you Mary. I’m glad you liked it π
LikeLike
I do sometimes feel this way too!
LikeLike