Life in Poetry
Jul. 29, 2021
You would have been forty four this yearInstead you are a permanent twenty sixYour bench has been revarnished by Parks staffrenewed, polished, positioned for the annualYou move through our dreams, a recurring returneeor present yourself through a trigger of sound or sightcatch us offside or give a painful jabas if to remind, orbiting in parallel, gone but notThe space here is crowded but never encroachesthat gape, your place, ever there, between the cracks
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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