Sonderlust | Poem

Visions of sonder

that transpire down yonder

traveling around the block again.

Tip the man

with his scuffed, cuffed pants,

and wait until the moment is your friend.

Sidewalks are busy,

the yellow dresses and loose shirts dancing,

while the wind plays a mellifluous tune.

Night soon falls,

all lilac and dark and still.

And the sorrows emanating from the beautiful scene

engulf your own sorrows.

Could you hear their cries within if you only listened a little closer?

Sonder, sonder

watch all the colors and shapes

saunter, saunter–

a whole world awaits within the people who exist upon it.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Belladonna says:

    Ooooo weeeeeee that was good!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. judeitakali says:

    Love the empathetic depth in this Sammi. Plus it’s so thought inducing

    Liked by 1 person

    1. sammicakes says:

      exactly what I was going for, thank you!!

      Liked by 1 person

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