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Jake 7d
I saw you sitting underneath
the train stop awning, curled up
like a comma, trying to punctuate
the end of this already miserable day

As the rain dropped like pellets
from spilled bird seed
covering your surroundings in
reflections of what you can't see

Water splashes from the passing tires
in search of a new refuge
akin to your unfurling gaze
now staring back at mine
Stacey Dec 8
Being with her is like no other place,
Like resting on a soft, buoyant cloud.
As she holds me in her wise embrace,
We say everything and nothing aloud.

She inspires me in her steadfast grace,
As she humbly absorbs my loving.
She sees the pain etched upon my face,
And warmly soaks in my sobbing.

She accepts my faults, her heart unlaced,
Our bind, like roots entwining.
For we are cherished in each others trace,
Our endless love, sweet, undying.
inspired by both a tree, and some very important friendships
neth jones Nov 27
'the kid' leaps  sudden  from bed                    
points  in fright  toward the 'hippy' curtains
                      "i'm scared of ghosts in pyjamas"
11/2024
actual event - credit goes to my five year old
neth jones Nov 2
old man scatters dry leaves
chasing a 'dame'
spying    i become a child
28/10/24
original version
old man chases up to a lady friend
like a smiley child
he kicks up the autumn leaves
as part of the game
neth jones Oct 17
old lady passed out                
wind and leaves do battle      
she is plagued by shadows
is it rude to wake the sleeping
to check they're not dead ?
alt. version

old lady  passed out                  
is it rude ;  waking the sleeping
              to check they’re not dead ?
neth jones Sep 27
crow cries   metalling the skies
supply the greys
and hack up the winds
haiku style 25/09/24

alt version :

crow cries metalling the skies
  suppling the greys
their social bicker
  hacks up the winds
RueSE Sep 18
Dying petals adorn the sidewalk
They're varying pigments document life's varying stages of leaving,
Thwarts drafts of wind, their nature
to revel in my gaze
Not in act of personification,
They are not the object of attraction
No,
But a messenger to the careful stepper,
“Look up.”
What do you see?
neth jones Aug 31
warm deluge has passed          
concrete smells steam                
wading the dystopic streets      
my child squeals                        
(cooled rain dripped from a tree)
june 2024 - tanka influenced
swells and streams
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