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Worn shoes on the cold sidewalk

Worn shoes on the cold sidewalk
The asphalt keeps what I didn't say
I walk alone while the shadow guides
Slow steps
In this wind
I walk
Maybe the north is an illusion
A horizon without direction
Looking for a trail in the crowd
Fear of what's to come
I walk alone around here
You walk far away from there
Will we ever walk together one day?
We walk
Yes, we walk
On the same path
A trail of dust under the burning sun
Is your direction east or somewhere in the Orient?
Silent cities filling the mind
Beaten ground
Contained sound
You walk
Maybe the north is an illusion
A horizon without direction
Looking for a trail in the crowd

Fear of what's to come
I walk alone around here
You walk far away from there
Will we ever walk together one day?
We walk
Yes, we walk
On the same path
In sync
Parallel lines meet at the end
Distance between you and me
One day the road will say yes
I walk alone around here
You walk far away from there
Will we ever walk together one day?
We walk
Yes, we walk
On the same path

— hawk256, Jul 03, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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5 days 7 hours ago

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The central conceit of this poem—walking as the shared condition of two separated people—holds the piece together with real economy. The recurring question, "Will we ever walk together one day?", earns its repetitions because the surrounding material keeps shifting the terms of separation: first spatial ("alone around here" against "far away from there"), then directional (north as illusion, east or the Orient), so the refrain lands slightly differently each time it returns. That is a genuine strength; the repetition functions as accumulation rather than mere echo.

The opening image is the poem's strongest single moment. "The asphalt keeps what I didn't say" does a great deal in few words—it makes the ground itself a repository for the unspoken, and it grounds the walking motif in something physical and withheld. The poem never quite returns to that level of specific, surprising image, and it would be worth considering whether some of the more abstract lines could be pulled toward that same concreteness.

Two moments risk deflating the tension the refrain builds. "Parallel lines meet at the end" states the paradox outright, and "One day the road will say yes" resolves the central question almost too neatly, telling the reader what the walking has been implying. The poem is more affecting when it stays inside the uncertainty of the question than when it answers on the speaker's behalf. Trusting the refrain to carry that hope, without the reassuring declarations, would let the ending stay as open as the walking itself.

The line "Is your direction east or somewhere in the Orient?" reads as slightly redundant, since east and the Orient name the same direction; sharpening this so the two halves pull against each other, rather than restating, would tighten the geography that the poem otherwise handles well. The short stacked lines—"Slow steps," "In this wind," "I walk," "Beaten ground," "Contained sound"—create an effective halting rhythm that mirrors the walking, and the internal rhyme of "ground" and "sound" is a nice touch that could be developed further elsewhere.

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W. Barrett Munn

5 days 2 hours ago

Worn shoes On the Cold Sidewalk

There are a lot of interesting ideas here. The walk between two people separated could be expanded. Good thoughts here.

Where the poems falls short is in the telling rather than showing of the actions. Revision amounts to revising the sequence of lines. For example,

is might be more effective to reverse lines 1 and 3 from this:

Worn shoes on the cold sidewalk
The asphalt keeps what I didn't say
I walk alone while the shadow guides

to this:

I walk alone while the shadow guides.

Worn shoes thump on the cold sidewalk

where asphalt keeps unspoken secrets.

It's also important to choose the correct article, either the indefinite "a" or the definite "the". In poetry, each choice is critical.

Many writers struggle with abstract ideas, thinking that stating the idea is enough if said poetically enough. Such is not the case. As with any writing,

the key is to show the action, create a breathing living environment that the reader feels rather than reads. 

"Maybe the north is an illusion" is such a line. Better for the walker to show how and why this is so.

More lines like this: "A trail of dust under the burning sun" are what you're after, lines with specific details than can create an image.

All in all, certainly a worthwhile effort. But there is nothing easy or simple about revising to the point of perfection.

Hope this is of value.

 

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