I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Her hair was flowing freely – over … Continue reading By the highway near the ocean
He looked left then looked right – darkness he was viewing He walked a step then another he turned to face the air His face was freckled he was tired - (was it youth he was missing) Would a smile find his mouth and sit there inside - or share friends - (there were none) … Continue reading Like a sprinkle
I was sitting In the corner Of a cafe in the city When I wondered whatsoever Would become of all the people With their chatter and their laughter They threw heads back with delight Except for this one man With no hair and a beard He stroked it maybe five times Like he was mulling … Continue reading in the corner of the cafe
Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they … Continue reading Freedom II
I was standing On the station I had nothing left to say – When the sunshine Turned to darkness And the shadow lost its way – I looked beyond To find it And over my shoulder gently – He pressed the button Took the stairs instead And then he disappeared – There was a rock … Continue reading the station
I was sitting by the window of a cafe near the harbour when I heard an old curmudgeon with a cane walk through the door He was stilted – he looked tired as he uttered to a woman with eternal youth – (desirous) – in a sundress and high heels They sat – he kept … Continue reading observation
Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
I was standing by the window in the house that I called home Looking out upon my past embellished on my own My memory spoke clarity – preponderance of good Afresh – anew – the wind blew in experience of should I should – should not oh, time forgot the thunderclap … Continue reading By the window
Fuss and Nonsense went to the bay leaving Grumpy and Difficult at home to stay they went to sit down on the beach on the sand until Fuss said to Nonsense; I’d much rather stand Nonsense misheard what Fuss had to say and sat on the sand on the beach at the bay Fuss turned … Continue reading Fuss and Nonsense
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