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Across the Crossroad
There were some ,
And a tidy bit more ,
They glanced at me and crossed the road ,
Stood I such ,
Almost a stand , not rigid ; not damp
The eyes blank
Unresponsive,
Clearly lost in some wonderland ,
Some laughed and posed for their own Glamour ,
Some stopped but just to ignore a bystander ,
But it is not ,
Some did thought ,
Just not enough to be of importance,
And me ,
With melancholic eyes I merely shifted a gaze ,
As if
I hoped if they only asked…..
If I was….
Okay?
Crowds rushed through the road ,
Oblivious to the dead body they crossed ,
Some Foolish , Some kind they asked if I wanted to cross the road .
I wish
I wish
I said yes .
Why shall I be the one to wait in unrest .
A little sleep I could sleep
A little dream I could dream
Today’s wait could have waited the coming morrow .
But these eyes how could they lie for so long ,
If the wait was waited or prolonged
These eyes would close
And sleep such
That they Never see me move on .
This game I play of could and would ,
Till
Some ,
Some notice be muttering
By my breath ,
And they still think I should cross the road
Instead ,
This road I will not cross ,
This road is not my fault ,
This road I will not cross .
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The central conceit of this poem is its strongest asset: the gradual revelation that the speaker, ignored at a crossroad, is in some sense a "dead body" the crowd steps past. The turn at "Oblivious to the dead body they crossed" recasts everything before it, and the slow dawning of that meaning rewards a second reading. Holding that image as a metaphor for invisibility and unaddressed suffering gives the poem a real emotional core.
The poem also handles repetition with intent in places. The doubled "I wish / I wish" and the closing "This road I will not cross" framing a refusal both earn their echoes, building insistence rather than merely filling space. The closing line in particular lands with finality, and the insertion of "This road is not my fault" between the two repetitions adds a note of grievance that complicates the refusal in a productive way.
Where the poem is less sure of itself is in its opening stanzas, which strain against their own syntax. Lines like "Stood I such" and "But it is not, / Some did thought" invert and compress grammar to a degree that obscures rather than concentrates meaning. The inversion in "Stood I such" reads as archaic affectation rather than considered choice, and "Some did thought" appears to be a slip rather than a deliberate effect. A pass that lets these early lines speak more plainly would let the reader arrive at the central image without first having to decode the grammar. The poem does not need the difficulty here; its difficulty is better spent on the conceptual turn later.
The imagery of the eyes is doing significant work and could be sharpened. "With melancholic eyes I merely shifted a gaze" tells the reader the emotion outright with "melancholic," where the later passage about the eyes that "would close / And sleep such / That they Never see me move on" shows it far more powerfully. Trusting the concrete image over the named feeling, as that later passage does, would strengthen the earlier moment.
One mechanical note: the spacing around punctuation is inconsistent throughout, with spaces preceding commas and periods, and the capitalization of "Glamour," "Foolish," "Some," and "Never" mid-line seems arbitrary rather than emphatic. If those capitals are meant to mark stress, the pattern is not yet legible; if not, regularizing them would remove a distraction. Tidying the punctuation would help a reader stay inside the poem's mood rather than catching on the surface.
The phrase "Today's wait could have waited the coming morrow" is a fine line, and the lullaby cadence of "A little sleep I could sleep / A little dream I could dream" sits well against the grimmer reading of what that sleep means. These quieter passages suggest the poem is most effective when it lets its language settle rather than contort, and leaning further in that direction would serve the difficult subject it takes on.
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Clentin Martin
4 weeks ago
Welcome to Neopoet, shadow…
Welcome to Neopoet, shadow poetry is a great tool to discover various poetic forms! Gives examples and examines the forms! Keep writing!
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