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Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

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Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

betterdays

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a sunday afternoon
in the lingering indian summer
provides paradoxes
my husband has sat down
in the inflatable pool with icecream
to watch a game of rugby league,

the winter blankets wave gaily
out on the clothesline, dry less
than an hour after having been hung

my boy watches black ants feast
on spilt hot chocolate and marshmallows
on the too hot to stand cement path

and the tuxedo cat lays in the shallows
of the pond, fishing tadpoles unsuccsessfully

I pity the rugby players it is 34deg celcius where they are playing...
and yes the devon rex tuxedo has no fear of water... often found in the pond..... but he only goes out side with supervision...and has not yet figured out the distortion/ refraction effects of water

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

A Poem by the Sea

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

Pradip Chattopadhyay

A Poem by the Sea

Another love poem? I ask myself.

She's a red streak
where the waves froth her feet white
a girl scouring the sands for shells
in the ageless haze the sea spews
bending and rising like the doubt
if time by some quirk has stopped
and the slanting beach is that warped space
where for long has homed
all the free souls of the world
love being their only name.

I walk up to her richer
by another love poem.

Sagar Island, Nov 19, 2017, 4 pm.

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

Birthday Reflections

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

Melissa S

Birthday Reflections

As another year comes back around
I'm older and wiser and ah yes more profound
I made the time for some self reflection
To remember everything that holds my affection..
Things that I will never forget
and things I will never neglect
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Kisses so good and so deep
Hearing the sounds of little feet
Listening to the crickets and cicadas song
Watching as the bees buzz along
Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face
To always be thankful and say grace
Writing from within the heart
That words are powerful they are art
Always go outside and enjoy nature
Never judge anyone don't be a hater
Time is precious ....enjoy the little things
Don't feel stuck remember we all have wings ~~

My son recently told me Mom you're old as dirt
and I told him well God made dirt
and dirt don't hurt :)

Not getting older just getting better
My Birthday is not today but it is on Sunday

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

Dreams of bruised peaches

Mar 2018 Left Foot Poet

r

Dreams of bruised peaches

I had been dreaming
about eating bruised peaches
that grew from a tree
by the river, its water
thick and sweet as sap.

I thought I saw an old woman
shaking her dustmop,
but it was only the moon
and stardust in the dark
that never stops.

In the fields
there was something barren
like a journey
and echoes of salt
sprinkling on a table
with food laid out for a wake.

The fog from the dream
by the river was smothering;
I was suffocating lying there
where it is said a young mother
once walked into the water
with the pockets of her dress
stuffed full of smooth rocks.

I woke when I heard
shouting that tore out the light
as night came flying by
like a bird dressed for a feast
wearing his finest black feathers.