Oct 6, 2024
Future Days 06/10/24
To A Writer So let’s begin with what you tell us, your point. The struggle is useless, the story’s written. We’re merely interesting...
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This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry.
This is not the notebook based ramblings of a copywriter who likes long words.
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park
Flying fur and joyous paws,
bringing fun to those outdoors.
Big and small and thin and fat,
who could help but smile at that.
Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,
echoing barks off low park walls,
why take your lunch indoors?
When joy roams free on just four paws.
A Friend Remembered
We had not talked for year on year,
but I thought to come and meet you here,
to ask to know of days I missed,
of friends estranged and lovers kissed.
I thought to meet one warm spring day,
to share a drink and while away,
yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,
as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.
Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,
expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,
for a friend like them,
I think I'll sit and wait a while.
Sunday
I'm gaming inexpertly,
all hands and no thumbs.
She's four blankets deep,
asleep with a dragon.
The air is warm with lamplight.
She sniffles, the nest shifting,
a hand appears, is clasped,
and fetches a smile.
It's Sunday and it's late,
endings are catching trains,
but not for now,
minutes are forever yet.
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