Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 22

Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 22Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 22 Go Where the Sidewalk Ends features the best poetry and fiction from 78 internationally renowned poets and authors who bring their own original take on twenty first century life and society. Some of us stay on the sidewalk of life but these poets and authors delve deeper and fearlessly Go Where the Sidewalk Ends. Join them and discover poems and stories of fantasy and folklore, dystopia, magical realism, romance,

Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 22 Ð Go Where the Sidewalk Ends features the best poetry and fiction from 78 internationally renowned poets and authors who bring their own original take on twenty-first century life and society. Some of us stay on the sidewalk of life but these poets and authors delve deeper and fearlessly Go Where the Sidewalk Ends. Join them and discover poems and stories of fantasy and folklore, dystopia, magical realism, romance, and anything hiding deep in-between the cracks.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

There's a Hole in My Sidewalk

Ò1) I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost...
I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

2) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I'm in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

3) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit
My eyes are open; I know where I am;
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

4) I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.Ó

_ Portia Nelson, There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

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