My morning, still
birdsong, open window
no people walking by
quiet, almost forgotten
the sound of child’s play
Two by two, walking
midday, both sides
middle of the road
break step, pause
others stare, move on
Good evening, late
afternoon, politician’s
speak, experts, statistics
common sense retreats
press questions, repeats
What a sad repetition.
I love the quiet but bot this kind.
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Thanks, Bojana – you’ve made me re-write the last line – press questions – repeats as much as days
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Same here…
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Thanks, Punam, like, Bojana you’ve made me re-word the last line – you know me and ambiguity – Iike politicians you can read me more than one way…
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You are welcome, Eric. Your ambiguity is the best part of your writing and though the comparison is quite odious, I tend to agree!
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Sigh…
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I see the relation and situation we all feel and observe during these dark times. I really love this poem.
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Thanks, Charlie.
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