Half past nine

By Parson Thru

Fri, 19 Jul 2019
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Half past nine
The local park’s lovely, mate

Some folks with their dogs
Others with their kids
Some just sitting chatting

One bloke lights the end of a spliff

The sky was painted by Magritte

Resin perfume passes by

I’ve found a seat

The sun’s sunk behind facades of Francisco Silvela
Which gives me some relief

One year ago, I was running round this park

I?

That was someone else
It always is

So where are we now, you and me?

You shifting life beyond Renaissance bells
Me heading back to natal ground, and rain

Where is this stupid world of ours right now?

As long as I sit amongst these voices, it can’t amount to much

Two weeks from now’s another story

Certificate U
Poem
Parson Thruses Dairy
Travel

Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I like this more than the one of yours right next to it that got the cherry. I always feel I must try the uncherried ones because they may feel left out! I like the feeling of being in a pause but also knowing that things move on.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Catherine. I'm never sure whether I'm doing this to death. It's lovely of you to read and comment. The urge is to keep writing in this vein (vanity?) for now. I'm lying under a tree surrounded by the sound of cicadas, parakeets and unwinding madrileños at the moment. Almost 40° on the streets. Thanks again for reading. A shot in the arm. X

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