I’m off to the beach
to teach the young dudes
how a planet occludes.
No, not really;
I’m taking the dogs
for a walk,
and to teach them to talk.
No, not really;
actually, not the talking part,
just the walking bit.
As much as we’d like to…
As much as we could…
As it’s raining so much,
I don’t think that we should.
It’s Thursday
and it’s raining,
it needs no explaining
but the dogs must go out.
“Hey, Dad!” they shout.
“There’s a lot of it about,
and we don’t care
if the weatherman says it’s raining…!”
I couldn’t argue with that;
and, so, here we are
an hour later
wetter than an otter
soggy as a…
well, pretty wet.
Towelled down and frisky
(we don’t want to be risky)
and showered and dry
(that is my
warm up)
we are inside and warm…
still it does rain
and later
we get to do it all
again.
In Absentia
The absence of something
The presence of nothing
There is Silence
Still.
There is always something
There is you
Me
Perhaps you are the b
In absentia
And I am the i
Sent apart
Never to meet.
Posted in Park, poem, Poem From A Walk, Poetry
Tagged #Park, #PoemFromAWalk, #Walk, Poem, Poetry
Onabench
On a bench
Limbs can be rested
For a moment
On a bench
You can watch
A small world pass by
On a bench
A poem may be
Or not be written
On a bench
You can hold hands
Even when alone
On a bench
You can speak French
C’est la vie
On a bench.
Posted in poem, Poems from a Walk, Poetry, Walk
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