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Chris Twyford Poem
I went for a walk...
took a moment,
saw the neighbors' grass -
not a dandalion to be found,
bushes clipped just "so",
trees bordered with wood chips,
flower beds,
sidewalks edged,
but no ones ever home...
Saw some birds -
the endless hunting
for scraps
pecking away -
hopping about,
searching
gathering
for nests already empty...
I walked over by the park -
as well,
the open swings swaying in the breeze -
weeds showing where feet
were meant to be,
sliding boards - silently awaiting giggles
seesaws - teetering on extinction
no time for being children anymore...
I sat on a bench -
opened my zippered binder
lifted my pen
and my mind wandered a bit
enjoying the sun -
the heat
the scents
the silence - a lot of silence
a lot of aloneness - there,
everywhere...
All the roses - not being smelled,
ungiven smiles,
sunshine missed,
empty eyes returning at dusk
as the days pass by -
mindless chatter of TVs
hiding ourselves
filling the nights,
pre-planned portions to the plates
to the ears
to the minds -
and the hearts crying so hard
to be heard, noticed, touched
in sad-sour dreams -
and with the dawn
it begins again
the endless cycle
of being lost - and missing
life.
Copyright © Chris Twyford | Year Posted 2005
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