Lonely Park Day

Everyone seems to have someone,
the team who shout and pass,
solitary people with canine companions,
partners linking arms and hands.

I see the lone man sit contemplating,
his stick leaning,
turn to talk to people passing by,
he's well known.

Even the birds are grouped or in pairs,
the five willows weep and whisper secrets,
the air strangely still,
I feel I am waiting for something.











Poetry by shells
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Written on 2016-04-06 at 18:42

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I missed this one. It is beautiful.
2016-06-07


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
This text reminded be of the imagery in Conrad Aiken's Chance Meetings. I like the way you create life with your words.
2016-05-04


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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2016-04-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Lawrence, strangely I had a similar feeling today, you are always so gentle and deep in your writing

Elle x
2016-04-08


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very well written. We gain from your waiting.
2016-04-06


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
"the air is strangely still" makes this poem real for me. the waiting the park even more so. it's impossible not to imagine both, and the feeling.

one can be lonely in a pair.
2016-04-06