the evening was beautiful today

(corrections thanx to chasingtheday)


A walk

The leaves are turning red
in my little strolling parc
and soon my hiding place
won't suite its purpose
and be forbidden after dark

I passed an weary tennis ball
forgotten by a silly dog
or left by an as weary dog owner
but I just keapt going
leaving to someone else the treasure
-gold under golden leaves

A little fellow flew over
I hold my breath
and see my little bird sings
but of course it sings for another
and not about the falling leaves
and not about lost romance

Crossing the little path out
an old friend passed by
but he didn't recognise me anymore
so with silent, wathing looks
we defied the whim of fate
and continued our roads
me in nostalgia
and he just as cold as ever



Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2005-08-17 at 21:33

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Commentally Ill
so that's where i left my tennis ball! and i'll have you know, i'm not a dog. my pet human says so.
2005-08-19


lou bergs
I don't know what it is about the way you write, but it really successfully paints pictures in my mind :).
I can sort of picture you there in the park, strolling about. Am I getting scary? ;)

Theo
2005-08-18


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
strollingparc - strolling park / hidingplace - hiding place / I passed an weary tennisball - i passed a weary tennis ball / dogowner - dog owner / nostalgy - nostalgia.

phew lol
2005-08-17