I was in that moment, more conscious of being alone. No one to share a to-and-fro with, merely a gentle breeze as my companion, one that ad been there for quite some time, walking hand-in-hand consoling many a sole that spent its time on earth as one. This was and is a moment that people will share when letting others into their home. Happy to have guests but less inclined to enjoy washing the dishes after they’ve left. Although that’s what dishwashers are for.
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August Poetry: 4 legs and a seat
That chair in the corner looks comfy, he thought, or more, he had thought and continued to think. Its brown leather had been worn in but by who? The previous owner? who was that? he wondered. It looked so far away, like it had hopped backwards only moments before. It’s almost like it’s scared but it’s a chair, so that’s not possible. If it were it would make noises Or give some sort of Impression that is was. Suppose it did look a bit frowny, come to think of it. “Tea’s ready” Who’s this?
July Poetry: the moon that smiled
I hadn't seen a smile like that before, Not round these parts, It felt like something familiar. What's worse was I never saw it again. I never felt it again. Not in that way at least. It didn't bother me though, At least I knew that feeling was out there somewhere on this earth. Like how you can see the moon, but will never experience it up close. Appreciating how it makes the dark slightly less scary but will never get a chance to truly say thank you. That was her smile, A memory I would reflect on whilst walking the streets, whilst in the shower, whilst carrying out the mundane tasks of life. That's when I remembered. That's why I'm glad, I saw her smile. Even if it was just that one time.
Don’t Live life Lost
Live a lost life
Is a life full of darkness
No way out
Your mind keeps you down
Stressed out
Trying to figure out
What you’re about
But how can you find out
When your vision
Is neither here nor there
Focus on a point
And walk towards it
Scratch that
Run
Sprint
With full speed
Like the steps underneath your feet are guaranteed
Like the cement of a sidewalk
Or the sound of pages in a book.
You’ll find out what these things mean
When you can see the ground beneath
Your feet.
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