Park and Hide


Again drawn to the green
I smell the rain of yesterday,
the brook flows swiftly
thoughts feel tidal
furious and fast,
playing imaginary poo sticks
with a thought I need to think,
approaching the bridge,
I don't go to the other side,
a bird peeps loudly, regularly,
I take it as a warning,
my thoughts collide as it stops.






Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-04-13 at 00:25

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Nice title, shells, and pleasant intrigue throughout this piece. I like the observation of your thoughts and how they blend with the park setting. And the peeping bird is particularly appreciated, of course. Applause!
2016-05-02


Kathy Lockhart
Your imagery is brilliant, exciting my senses.
I must find out what a poo stick is. 🙃
2016-04-14


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
your poems are becoming exceptionally compelling. what is implied is everything. it's subtle, and it's good.
2016-04-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You always write so fluidly.
2016-04-13