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A Walk

Grace
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Idryad
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Poetry Contest

Describe a casual walk
Describe a walk, a journey or a sojourn in a particular place.
Auditory imagery poem (describe sounds)
two poems per poet
any reasonable length
no extreme contents
no collabs
old writes allowed but not winning poems

Grace
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Idryad
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Yesterday's dying Light

yesterday's dying light  
a lonely meander  
in misty memories  

raucous laughter  
of people with their barking dogs  
excited woofs  
at passing angered felines  
that hisses and yowls  
 
a sight worth sighing for  
again  
wishing to return to days  
without the screaming silence  
 
longing again for  bubbling brooks  
the call and buzzes of cicadas  
the tolls and clanging of bells  
in the distant church  
now mere existing in twilight memory  
 
in yesterday's fading light  
the rain rattled on zinc roof  
 the grating rattling  
sounds of tree branches  
rubbing together  
accompanied my thoughts  
 
how I wished I could hear  
the sound of your laughter  
again
 
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Written by Grace (Idryad)
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faithmairee
faithmairee
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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Flower In The Sun

There is a little flower
just a daisy in the sun
it's almost invisible
it's unseen by anyone

There's grace in how it's swaying
in the soft and gentle breeze
I'd love to pick that daisy
just to take it home with me

It's just a little flower
I found standing tall and proud
I stood in awe, yes wonder
as I heard it speak out loud

'I'm a flower in the sun
but I'm lonesome as I can be
please pick me and take me home
I don't like being alone'
Written by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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faithmairee
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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along the walkway

it is her job to sweep the walkway
but she can not sweep today
for her heart has just been broken
and the gripping pain won't go away

she has to sweep the walkway
she must do it everyday if she wants pay
there are two dogs she has adopted
or visa versa along the way

she works away her broom in hand
the sun baring down on her fair face
her new found friends just want to play
up and down the walkway they will race

she bids good morning to the cop
as he saunters by and pets the dogs
but he can't stop too long to play
for he's got tickets he must log

she stops along the walkway to wipe
away the tears her lover caused
when he created havoc in her heart so bound
she barely brushes as she sweeps the walkway down
 
Written by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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Idryad
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faithmairee, thank you for your entries.

Razzerleaf
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My last walk

As I stepped off the building,
the world turned through 90 degrees
and I strolled past neighbours windows,
looking down inside their rooms
warm, bright, family life behind glass.

Vibrant with activity, sit down meals,
office workers greeted with kisses,
children fighting over the tv remote,
dog stretched out in front of the fire,
siblings giggling with bath time bubbles,
passionate couples arguing over nothing,
bodies showering away the days grime,
dad wrestling with three little monsters,
a lady near the ground floor even waved.

As I stepped onto the pavement
I said “my world isn’t too bad”
But I was walking faster than I thought.

I left the note under a rock,
so it didn’t blow away.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Razzerleaf
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Postcard from the backseat

It's the same 4am start as every year,    
the cold hard shiver of plastic car doors    
rattled down miles of motorway.      
Field mist making shapes on dark horizons,      
as warmth finally brings a sleeping bag      
and zips me in and out of conciseness.       
   
I wake in Somerset,      
blinded by rapeseed in a blaze of yellow.      
There are few sights more wonderful,      
than a field of flowers to remind me      
I have escaped the pastels of concrete.      
     
I crack the window inside Devon and join the dog      
as we sniff the ocean together,      
its scent rides the coast road      
all the way to the welcome sign.      
     
Tomorrow I'll watch the trawlers at first light  
taking their colors to wash them with the tide,    
then climb among the nesting gulls,      
a warm breeze folding my feathers      
to rest in a bed of bracken, lay back      
under a big sky and feel the faint tremor      
of waves pounding on the rocks below.      
     
In the end, a sense of sadness will fill the car    
with petrol and leave behind my minds eye,  
as an August moon collides with coastal downs,    
leaving the last silver balm of our holiday,
Written by Razzerleaf
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RiAN
RiAN
Thought Provoker
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When through the driftwood walking

When soft the sea spoke
to lull all waves  
interweaving tides
began to sway
 
I moved along  
just like the shore
my hair untied
flew siren winged
 
a guiding gull cried out
when sad the sea wept
my yielding woe
away
 
when wild the sea awoke
tendered the sands  
I allowed my skin
to learn to love again
 
when colossal clouds
began to float
sea told me
how to water
the moon
 
until this day
I bless this space
called poetry
Written by RiAN
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Grace
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Idryad
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Razzerleaf and RiAN, thank you for your participation.

slipalong
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Everyday theatre

Sometimes, it starts with just perhaps  
the dog will pant and paw
eyes with expectation light  
his lead hangs by the door  

The backdrop of my unshaven chin  
white snowflakes of dandruff fall  
time to don the trace, adieu within  
claustrophobia unlocked by open air  
 
its faint euphoria of diesel fumes  
I brave the cold 'neath winter clothes  
naphthalene balls, long lost their power  
the moth holes and mould  
 
I hold the romance of new cut grass  
the time when we were free  
our chatter stirred like autumn leaves  
that rise and  fall, released like an escapee  
 
 Quiet empty street, just BOB pulls on his lead  
the clatter of the garbage wagon  
clearing all the petrification  
valentines day flowers, gone Miss Siagon  
 
February's  brief aroma's, of chocolate's  
half burned Yankee, scented candles  
as we press on, snapping twigs  
old crisp packets, detritus, a perfect shambles  
 
Park gates, lost their guild  
let off the leash, constraints all unpinned  
tall branches beckon  
prompts called from the wings  
 
The joy, that hears the fountains arch  
dancing as it falls  
that sparkles bright however dark  
dogs run and bark, the lockdown lessen its recoil  
 
The performance was behind closed doors  
walking to the box office  
dystopia its grip not heed my step  
 curtain rise, green shoot's on wood and coppice  
 
Elasticity  of stride, foot fall stuck with pride  
the stalls and from the gods  
dark paths away, from concrete blocks  
eyes of fenestration, the whistles and the nods  
 
    
 
 
Written by slipalong
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Grace
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slipalong, thank you for your entry.

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