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!

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

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.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You always write so fluidly.