A simple foam cross, adorned with neatly arranged bouquets of flowers, lay silently on the corner in the midst of several shops. It had been there for almost a week, but you probably couldn’t but helped wonder if anyone truly saw it.
As people crossed the street, they would sometimes notice it, glancing casually, and wondering.
But how long did it occupy their thoughts? For just a moment they may wonder: What happened? ?They may ask: Who was that person? Were they loved? How old were they? Then their momentary interest would dissipate as the jewelry in the shop window caught the light. And the cross was forgotten.
All you can hope is that someone would remember. But in the end, you know that that person, whose cross may still rest at the corner, is lost to memory, and eventually, lost to history.
| nicely expressed piece here. but you might put in some details of an imaginary person's life. perhaps she liked horses, or he was an college student in his junior year. you might even think about giving this imaginary person a name. whatever you want, i just think it would make the cross more real. |
peace, love and all that other junk,
|| Posted on 2007-06-21 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ] || I have wondered this same thing when I pass one of those crosses on the side of the road.|
You are right though I have done it too. There forgoten soon after there passed. Its sad but true we all do it. we should take time when we see one of these crosses in reverance.
|| Posted on 2006-12-10 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ] || "but you probably couldn’t but helped wonder if anyone truly saw it. "|
"you probably couldn't help but wonder if anyone truly saw it."
When I walk down the street (this is in Sydney) I am assaulted by massive crosses every ten steps. I don't know how they do it in America, but here the telegraph poles are shaped like these massive crosses. Really, it's like chrisianity prostituting itself to the world.
Then they have the streetlight poles, also shaped like giant crosses... countless crosses around, really, if you look for them, or even if you don't.
I thought your bit of prose was shortand sweet. You are evidently in tune with your emotional dimension. Nice going,
|| Posted on 2006-04-23 00:00:00 | by shana | [ Reply to This ] || Yes, I've noticed those crosses. Where i live they seem to become a burden to motorists. They are never changed and with age they become as only trash along the roadside with road dirt fading their mean. Actually they are a distraction to motorists. A more respectful place for those crosses would be in the yard of the family who lost a loved one. ||| Posted on 2006-04-19 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ] || Where I live there are a lot of roadside crosses. They catch my eye for a moment, sometimes long enough to read the names of the people who died on them. It's pretty sad. It's nice that you devoted a poem to the little crosses and the people lost they represent.||| Posted on 2006-04-19 00:00:00 | by RumnMoxie | [ Reply to This ] || Usually a cross that is placed in a certain area is where an accident occurred causing this person to lose their life.|
Sometime it's left to warn others to be careful that this particular area is dangerous.
Whatever the reason and whoever this cross represents is a lovely gesture in honor of this individual.
But, I do have to agree with realpoet in a way.
If one is going to place these crosses of honor, keep them up neatly or when they die or start fading one needs to go back and clean up.
Now about your poem, a very devoted and caring write concerning the crosses that represent someone that lost their lives.
Knowing just seeing those crosses puts tenderness and a feeling of sadness in your heart shows your personality and how caring you are!
|| Posted on 2006-04-20 00:00:00 | by AlabamaFarmGirl | [ Reply to This ] |