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I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor.  A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender.  The universe is a celestial art by a creator in the sky, Waves of fuchsia purple swept over the vast bay. A vast sense of relief overwhelmed the crowd,  Our balance is being reset by an enigmatic cloud.  On a club seat with a friend-calling stranger, My plans are drying out, and he rules my future. Engage in conversation with an utter stranger,  On a bus, train, or airplane, there is no danger.  Do not fear woodpeckers; you're a snug man,  There is a chance that this connection won't span. Stranger, your smile brightens the world.  Stranger! Can we sustain an eternal odd horde?  Stranger, let's smoke, drink coffee, and talk.  Relationship talk may sneak into silicone caulk. Lightness after pain bestows short-term happiness,  The agony of aliens sparks elation and craftiness. When wooing a scumbag, truancy may be attractive,  Where howls prevailed, calm gropes were inductive. But not everyone I described was abrasive,  People greet, faces saying farewell, prate to give. No words upright a graceful aura, no weakness, Laying our sins at God's feet, exulting in meekness. A stranger might canalize me into his world, My own is ponderous, but I've done nothing absurd.  Since when I'm with you, I would sure cut loose, With you, I flee in a sustained way that I can seduce. My anxious thoughts rip through my wrecked heart, A genuine man, riven and split into red and blue charts.  I will be a stranger as I wade down the dreary street,  A stranger is resting on concrete, seeking an exit.
Written: September 23, 2022

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Date: 9/24/2022 9:14:00 PM
We can freely give the strangers a smile or a kind thought through our greetings or words. It will relieve them of their agony ! To be a loner in a crowd is miserable . A poem that touches the hearts.... so beautifully composed.
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Date: 9/24/2022 1:20:00 PM
One would say that this poem has been written by one who really lived in the streets. It is so real and touching that makes the reader feel the agony and despair these people go through, my dearest Lasaad. God bless you for caring!
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Date: 9/24/2022 12:20:00 PM
It's so sad to see people living on the streets. Your gripping poem conveys the sense of alienation and despair very well. Evelyn
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Date: 9/24/2022 10:41:00 AM
Some people are caught in situations beyond their control, but others fall to addiction and become strangers to themselves, Very nicely penned Sotto
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Date: 9/24/2022 8:56:00 AM
I always feel a pang of sorrow when I notice homeless people. We did not have any in the past, but corruption has rendered many living in garages. Your poem touches the heart.
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Date: 9/24/2022 5:19:00 AM
A thoughtful exploration through streets of life, my friend. Much emotion you convey through the eyes of a stranger.
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