Walking again

It is called love, I suppose,
I walk through the park,
flowers showing, the sun bright,
I wish I had worn sunglasses.
I look behind me, then
just watch my feet.
Today promises to be warm,
the morning is cold,
my tights have developed a ladder
I colour them in using black marker,
I know it will stain my leg
and I will scrub and scrub
but it will make me smile in a way,
hardly your aloof doll now,
for which I am glad
and my silence, is just that
when there are no words,
then why should I pronounce.
I am full of thoughts,
full of memories
I walk through a park,
I think of my boys,
I wonder if they know
how much I love them.
I remember gypsy years,
I remember when we could just walk.
I walked and rode the train in India,
my best friend and I travelled
through Vietnam, she is now dead,
not from travels, just died one day
unexplained, aged only in her 40's
leaving a son aged 12 and a daughter 10.
I think of purple rooms
and a hungover horse ride,
driving on two wheels around Marble Arch
on our way to Brighton,
where it rained and we didn't stay.
Walking around a tower
singing, first steps on a stage,
playing, silly games
Sardines in a cupboard
in a house and
Murder in the Dark.
Walking through the park,
my feet go first and I follow.




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Written on 2015-03-05 at 20:24

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, Elle. You've described what happens to me when I walk, even if it's just through the house.
2015-03-08


Esunis
You pictured your poem so so well. Stunning.
2015-03-07



you have a bright imagination, if not a very colourful life
2015-03-06



Nothing like a nice long walk to luxuriate in memories and conjure up quantum leaps of time. Walking is my primary exercise and I usually listen to French or Spanish learning recordings while I try to walk a little brisker, with a little more aerobic thrust.

Your thoughts are always, well, thoughtful and give us a little peek of your past as well as your assessment of those events.

Always a pleasure to read.
2015-03-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so charming! Your word pictures are flawless.

Joe
2015-03-05



This is gorgeous Elle you weave such wonderful pictures with your words.
I'm very gladdened by this:)
2015-03-05