Street Corner Poetry

Street Corner Poetry

It was a busy day in downtown Asheville, North Carolina and I only had a few minutes to shop and enjoy the sights and sounds of a new city.  I was on a quick weekend trip spending precious time with my son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren, so shopping was last on the list of the many things we wanted to do to re-connect in img_1846three short days.  But there we were in a busy downtown area with a few minutes to shop.  As I crossed the busy street towards what I spied to be a cute shop with little girly dresses in the window, I recalled my late-husband often-quoted phrase: “There’s no shopping in vacation!” whining just like Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own.  Despite his words singing in my head, I continued on with a smile and an urgency to reach the store.  I swung open the door and that’s when I saw him.  He was sitting on a stool across the way with a typewriter balanced on a box. The side of the box bore a sign that read Poems for Sale.  I stopped in my tracks still holding open the door. What did that mean poems for sale?  I desperately wanted to take a moment and explore further but I was soon interrupted with the gently tugging on my hand by my granddaughter reminding me of the store filled with frilly delights that beckoned before us.  I ventured in, hesitant to let go of the image of the man selling poems on the street.

I often think of that man selling poems and wonder…

  • What was the price of his poem?
  • Can you put a price on poetry?
  • How were poems generated?  Was the buyer involved in the topic generation?
  • What was the background of the poet on the street corner?
  • Did he ever struggle or have writer’s block?
  • Was this a full time job or a fun little hobby?

So many questions that will have to wait until my next visit to Asheville.  I hope he is still there typing away.



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5 Replies to “Street Corner Poetry”

  1. Awwww…now I want to know, too. There is a bit of whimsy to the act of selling poems in such a public way! Just knowing that someone in Asheville, North Carolina is doing this somehow sparks my own creative imagination! So glad you shared your observation!

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