RESPONSIBILITY
Old beaten-up bikes
on the bottom of the cut,
the water so murky
nothing can live, but
one pathetic stickleback
cancerous and fat,
struggling to breathe.....
We did that.
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GRIEF
As I reached the corner
You had disappeared.
Yet I was sure I saw you there.
I recognised the tilt of your head,
Your ambling gait.
Why did you not wait?
Why are my glimpses
Always just too late?
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THE POETRY OF CHILDHOOD
aurora borealis........Timbuktu
.....jacaranda......Popocatepetl
.............peripatetic.................
The words in free-fall cover the page
And I am enraptured, captured, caged.
As a child I recited them inside my head
Their rhythms soothing
and consoling.
Then once learned
I belonged to them and they to me
And with this connection they set me free.
I've just found some very short poems. You like?hijackthis
Grannyjill, you never cease to pleasantly surprise me. Thank you so much for these short poems, full of message, full of wonder, and establishing that "peripatetic" is a word. That's been giving me fits lately (I lost my dictionary unfortunately), so I thank you for that affirmation.
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