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Julie Grenness Oct 2019
If only this dog could talk,
We'd chat as we went for walks,
Indeed, what would a dog say?
"Hello tree, how are you today?"
"Hello, each blade of grass,
Hope this walk's not my last."
"Hello, cute little poodle,
Puppies we could have oodles!"
But what would a poodle say?
"Just keep on walking, on your way!"
Feedback welcome. Feedback welcome.
Royce Apr 2019
I am a peasant longing for you on autumn days,
Without the rattle of a single dime in my empty pockets.
The thought of you ruptures my dreams
And treads with me among the dead leaves.

     I feel hunger pangs down to my weakened soul
As we pass Erik Satie’s ice cream parlour
And through the park of last year.

     I push forward, closer to what you want
Towards uncertain doom,
Farther, and farther.
PrernaK Feb 2019
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go

all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.

We are home. Together.
Bhill Feb 2019
Today's Haiku

Early morning walks,
Wake up the soul of the world.
Has yours awoken?

Brian Hill - 2019 February
I walk my dog every morning and witness dawn waking up.  It is very inspiring.
Mark Wanless Feb 2019
Now Is Not A Time Of Wind And Cloud,No
A Forest Fly's Away The Sky Of Place
Landing On A Moon Lit Shore By The Sea
The Turtle World Sails Far Across And Goes
To A conscious realm, of cars and t.v.
something walks
d = dimitris sarris
Michael Kelly Nov 2018
Passionately in love with language, with the irony of how I only speak one.
Minutes... hours... days...
I wonder who you've become.
You couldn't stay.
I understand.
I wouldn't say I had a plan.
You knew your course and I was drifting...
Infinitely shifting I was missing all at stake.
Caught inside those minutes,
Stuck behind those lonely days.
Sometimes I go walking
There I look to find your face.
Different strangers passing by
Another time
Another place.
Across the lake I spread my glance
Where tucked away are quiet homes.
I contemplate the times I once saw us with our own.
There upon the shimmer of the hopeful golden rays
Are the days of summer dimmer
Where I test the waster's grave.
Dreams turned to regret
I'd have far rather seen mistakes
Yet you know most of all
I'm too quick to give insecurity it's space.
Now the pavement echos back with every step I dare to take
I've lost track of what I'm counting so I listen...
Hear the hum of roller skates.
Soothing as I walk
To think of conversations past
Far too painful when we talk
Knowing we aren't meant to last.
I watch a fisher cast
Think of what I hoped to catch
If I'd have known it'd be this long I'd have drawn on every breath.
Make it last
Make it last...
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