I suppose you think I do this all the time,
the rest of the graffiti really isn’t mine.
The corona virus has me out of my mind
bored, and the best thing I could find
on my way out for my daily walk
was this stubby piece of chalk.
I considered hopscotch but there’s no
pavement here, just grass verges. So,
I headed for a wall that’d been enhanced.
Spray-painted tags and images danced
before my eyes, colourful temptation,
unexpected poetic motivation.
I know that my poem won’t last long in rain,
but with more weeks of lockdown I can always try again.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd April 2020

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 2 Play it Again in April 2020: Taking it to the Streets
Today’s Play it Again prompt is from April 2, 2014, when Susie asked us to write street poems. She asked us what we would like to leave on the concrete, the wall, a light post, a picnic table… She suggested a bit of wisdom, hope, encouragement, or something to bring a smile. When I started my poem, I didn’t know where it would take me and, when I read it, I realised it was almost a cross between a rap and a sonnet! It’s a first draft, so it could go either way.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the second word is ‘you’.
Also linking to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.
Oh, what fun it would be to leave poems as graffiti on walls!
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That could be a project for when we’re all released from lockdown.
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I think poetry chalked on walls is an outstanding metaphor for the times.
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Thank you, kerry!
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This is an outstanding poem, Kim 💘💘 It speaks to me of courage mingled with sorrow reaching out in the form of poetry.. of “Spray-painted tags and images” despite the onslaught of rain. 🙂
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Thank you, dear Sanaa! 😊
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I love this poem, it makes me smile❣️🙏
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Your comment has made me smile. Thank you!
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The empty streets need something to connect us on our socially distanced sojourns. Graffiti says we’re still alive. (K)
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I agree, Kerfe, it’s another way to communicate in these difficult times.
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lovely poem, Kim, and you could always try 🙂
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Thank you, Francina!
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This made me smile, especially the closing lines. No doubt, this month, there will be poems a-plenty.
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I will keep checking walls, Sherry!
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chalk it up to experience! We have to make poems from what we see and know – I like the optimism at the end of this – and the imaged of words being washed out by the rain
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Thank you, Laura.
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And why not? Nice write. Enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Anthony!
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I like the thought that the rain will make room for more chalk poems later.
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Thanks Frank!
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Thank heavens we have our little community here. I love your words Kim.
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Thank you, Linda.
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It’s cool that you, and others are surfing other poetry sites, and staying so busy. Haiku & quotes find their way onto walls, so why not full blown poems: a wonderful rhyme time and poetic concoction
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Thanks Glenn.
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Such an optimistic approach to living under lockdown.
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Thank you, Misky. I don’t feel like that all the time.
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This one certainly is complete, and there will be plenty of time for future drafts.
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Thank you, Ken.
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I imagine that’s why a lot of grafitti artists do what they do. Young people’s voices will be heard one way or another. Good poem and great idea for anytime!
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For some reason your comment went to spam, Lisa! Thank you. I think we could start a trend: poems on the wall.
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Yes!
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A sonnet-rap! I like that. 😁I’ve been seeing lots of sidewalk chalk art around and online.
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Sadly, there’s not much of it around here in the country. I’ve been looking at graffiti art in the internet, though.
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Such an ease of comfort in this poem. Makes me want to pick up chalk and join you. Love the lead in line.
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Thank you, Colleen, you’re always welcome.
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Yes…Graffiti walls with poetry! I’m in. I’ve seen poems hanging from tree limbs… 🙂
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Some poets have been writing haiku on pebbles.
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Daily walk is good, while on the lockdown. Hope you are well Kim.
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Thank you, Grace. Stay healthy and safe.
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I love your take on our confinement. Chalk may wash away, but our words last forever!!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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That is a great idea! 2nd poem I read about chalking!
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Thanks Mary!
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We did both of make use of the sidewalk chalk bit.
Yours? When ya gotta go you gotta go like, when you have to write a poem you have to write your poem. Everyone carries a pocket phone with a camera so use yours and snap a picture, poem graffiti for posterity. Let it rain
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😊
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Ha. Love this timely poem.
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Thank you!
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Lovely! Hope you and yours are well and safe.
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Thank you, Ayala! I hope you and yours stay safe and well. xx
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Great job of capturing the ennui.
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Thank you, Teresa!
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I like that you are seizing the moment with “unexpected poetic motivation.” What a perfect photo and creative response to boredom. Well done.
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I have a cunning plan to write on our garden shed – it looks so miserable.
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Oh yes, Kim! A very apt write for this crazy chaotic and frightening time! How we loved the street art when we did our Latin America cruises and started in Valparaiso, Chile for 5 days before we boarded our cruise ship in Santiago. What an amazing place with street art galore. And those were the days of “safe cruising” and safe travel. What a different world it is now. Yep….chalk art or chalk words of encouragement are turning up on sidewalks all over. Kids and adults communicating with others in this way. The rain may wash away the chalk, but not the feelings we are all having…trying to hang together while not.
Stay healthy!
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And you!
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I like the idea of being able to chalk something on and up to an experience, to colour/paint something, write a poem, a small piece, even if it’s only temporary …. as the rains will wash it away. The juxtaposition of a more permanent image with an “added commentary” is fascinating …. it makes the viewing of the original more interactive …. and besides, sometimes, this type of idea, just needs must out itself … the permission to colour outside of the lines of something more traditional, like hopscotch. The “wild side” – the expansion in a burst of energy … sometimes, it’s just what the universal doctor orders. (Even if only as an idea in a poem.) And I read in your comments that you have a cunning idea to write on the shed, because it looks so miserable …. HAH! LOVE that! It’s brilliant!
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Your poem reminded me of G.K. Chesterton’s essay on the value of chalk. Well done!
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Cheers Frank!
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Good stuff!
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Amazing poem 🙂
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Thank you, Ann!
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I really like the poetry as much as the artwork
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Beautiful poem! Please check out my post!
https://themysticwagon.wordpress.com/2020/06/06/lockdown-from-a-new-perspective/
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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