At The End of July

At The End of July

A Poem by sasha

1.

Old children’s chair

Stands alone at waste containers

Seat worn-out


2.

Clouds in the sky

Floating over the roofs

Play of light conjures


3.

Go all misty-eyed

Whenever I fall head-long

Into the past


 4.

Grasp the nettle

Hear how the spurs jingle

Help on the way

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 sasha


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Thank you, Jacob, for a nice message, your review is touching and seems to be like a piece of writing..full of feelings..

Posted 7 Years Ago


and they will pick that seat up and carry it away along with my memories that jingle in my mind...and prick and sting me.

quite a nice write....there is something abstract with this...and there is also a feeling of being trapped in some life we can't get out of...the sun shines over the roofs...but i can hardly see it.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Munich, city centre, Germany



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