"woodworkers" poems - Hello Poetry

the small dog attached to the long lead has a tail that is blurred with happiness as he wanders through the market village tongue lolling nose questing the air for the myriad of scents he is happy curiosity in a brindle coat i watch amused at his vigour as i drink from an enamel mug holding a wonderful local bean coffee eat warm coconut mango muffins and ponder the purchase of some artisan glass jewllery my boys having scoffed their muffins are off to see the woodworkers the golden child hoping to add to his collection of wooden puzzles his father to chat with other lovers of woodgrains we will meet later after i have bought, applebox honey collected by dave the beekeeper portabella mushrooms the size of saucers, to make stuffed fetta mushies for dinner and all the other green and organic vege i can find. some prawns and a mud crab. lunch tomorrow, olive bread, olive tappenade stuffed olives, some goodies for the biccie tin and some of these coffee beans.... the dog raises it's leg against the canvas of the tent down the pathway before carrying on.... oblivious

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Aug 4, 2017

Aug 4, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC

betterdays

oblivious

the small dog attached to the long lead has a tail that is blurred with happiness as he wanders through the market village tongue lolling nose questing the air for the myriad of scents he is happy curiosity in a brindle coat i watch amused at his vigour as i drink from an enamel mug holding a wonderful local bean coffee eat warm coconut mango muffins and ponder the purchase of some artisan glass jewllery my boys having scoffed their muffins are off to see the woodworkers the golden child hoping to add to his collection of wooden puzzles his father to chat with other lovers of woodgrains we will meet later after i have bought, applebox honey collected by dave the beekeeper portabella mushrooms the size of saucers, to make stuffed fetta mushies for dinner and all the other green and organic vege i can find. some prawns and a mud crab. lunch tomorrow, olive bread, olive tappenade stuffed olives, some goodies for the biccie tin and some of these coffee beans.... the dog raises it's leg against the canvas of the tent down the pathway before carrying on.... oblivious

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Its the resounding footstep in a hollow stair The swift tapping of a keyboard at midnight The the delicate ripple of far away laughter The hum of a crowd that's subdued to a hush The crunch of footsteps on a worn gravel path And the crisp titter of birds in the morning air Its the refreshing kiss of rain-washed walk The warming embrace of oven-fresh bread The melancholy notes of steamy espresso The calm of an herbal tea held to the lip The musk of an old book discovered anew Its newly-cut cedar in a woodworkers shop Its the movement of limbs to a lively tune A welcome stomachache caused by a laugh The firm, tender grasp of a loved-one's hand Cascading warm water along bare skin The cool of a breeze on the laborers brow Its bear feet tripping through the grass in June Its a leaf-eclipsed glimpse at the blue of the sky The miscellaneous covers on a library-shelf Sunset dipped clouds or'e a tree lined horizon The dark of wet ink scrolling across a blank page The vast dome of a galaxy untainted by light Its the generous exchange of lover's keen eyes

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Mar 24, 2019

Mar 24, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC

tswanner1

Contentment

Its the resounding footstep in a hollow stair The swift tapping of a keyboard at midnight The the delicate ripple of far away laughter The hum of a crowd that's subdued to a hush The crunch of footsteps on a worn gravel path And the crisp titter of birds in the morning air Its the refreshing kiss of rain-washed walk The warming embrace of oven-fresh bread The melancholy notes of steamy espresso The calm of an herbal tea held to the lip The musk of an old book discovered anew Its newly-cut cedar in a woodworkers shop Its the movement of limbs to a lively tune A welcome stomachache caused by a laugh The firm, tender grasp of a loved-one's hand Cascading warm water along bare skin The cool of a breeze on the laborers brow Its bear feet tripping through the grass in June Its a leaf-eclipsed glimpse at the blue of the sky The miscellaneous covers on a library-shelf Sunset dipped clouds or'e a tree lined horizon The dark of wet ink scrolling across a blank page The vast dome of a galaxy untainted by light Its the generous exchange of lover's keen eyes

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It was the place where I'd step from the train and the sea air bouyed and supported me. It felt just right. No sense of human drain and exploitation. There I could just be. Then I thought about it: About the men so so beautiful and sparkling who chose other girls. About the sweet fishermen, surfers, beekeepers, gardeners, those cool cafe workers, the greenie coop community, musos, artists, weavers, woodworkers and keepers of chicken coops. Reality checks sometimes find dreamers. Of all those lovely people I admired not one reached out to teach me anything.

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC

privatesonnets

Look but don't touch

It was the place where I'd step from the train and the sea air bouyed and supported me. It felt just right. No sense of human drain and exploitation. There I could just be. Then I thought about it: About the men so so beautiful and sparkling who chose other girls. About the sweet fishermen, surfers, beekeepers, gardeners, those cool cafe workers, the greenie coop community, musos, artists, weavers, woodworkers and keepers of chicken coops. Reality checks sometimes find dreamers. Of all those lovely people I admired not one reached out to teach me anything.

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