Without Interference

[Lykren]

Someone is sitting still.
I don’t know who,
but there they are,
relaxed against the cold wall.
Resilient, the weather continues
to be fed by the sun.
The rain misplaces the leaves
as though it were nothing
to be worried about.
Casually, they get up
to leave. If I try to waylay them,
they might not speak, but
certainly
they will listen.

It is listening I am looking for.
The shadows rise, spewing themselves
onto the concrete. Fall light
crosses the trees. Have I
ever told you? And,
when I tell you,
what will occur?

An event marks each day.
The event, unknown until
it occurs, gives us grace
and a method to escape
the selfsame day
which gave rise to it.

[AuntShecky]

Overall, this one is a little vague. At least this reader confesses she can't figure out what it's about. More concrete imagery and fewer abstractions (as in the closing verse paragraph) would help.

Don't know about the pronoun "they" in the first paragraph. It doesn't agree in number with "someone." Make all of your pronouns singular or plural.

I like lines 8 through 10.

The closing line sounds a little prose-y. You want a strong punchline, a boffo ending instead of petering out.

Even so, I appreciate the effort. I make a habit of reading all of your posts, though I don't always comment. Please keep writing.

Auntie

[Lykren]

Thanks Aunty, it means a lot. It's always difficult to find the balance between being specific enough and being too specific, and I think you're right, I did err on the side of not specific enough here. You're also right about the ending, I might see how I can change it later.