Daydreaming under a city pergola

Daydreaming under a city pergola,

There was a time we knew each other,

When days were blissfully round

And words had a clearer sound;

When frost coated leaves seemed

Ornate and cherished,

Falling in Cavatina tones

From sycamores overhead;

But now, the season’s have changed

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Jan 29

Sometimes, no doubt,

You miss a face so much,

Its like the light went out,

And you perhaps look

At a photograph, you took,

And for a moment you smile;

Then again, perhaps not quite

Because that extra mile

Feels so much further at night.

Shoreditchpoet

Photo: Unsplash Julian…

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Jan 10

Today we talked about death over lunch.

One advanced the theory of the eternal soul, as he salted his boiled potatoes.

Another articulated how Darwin

Believed in heaven – although I think that was a hunch,

Besides, he admitted, nobody knows.

I reflected on bananas,

And how they always look…

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Shoreditchpoet

Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM