Write a poem that can be titled ‘Not Just Another Walk In The Park’.
Is the title serious or ironic? Metaphorical or literal?
“Heeeey, Jimmy!” How’s the dogs today?” said the sharply dressed woman in the Wall Street pantsuit, talking to the man behind the food cart, in the center of the city park.
“Yo, Ximena! Everything is roses. You know how we do it.”
Jimmy opened the cart, and reached for two Italian sausages. The usual.
“How’s the markets today, boss lady?”
He said, placing steaming onions, peppers, and extra...
Walking in the same old park is actually an exercise.
For hours of striding and occasional sitting,
There are thoughts meant to be exorcised
Wanting to be put forth but marked of futile worth.
As if a simplified simulation of the mundane life-
To keep the safe pace means everything’s commonplace:
The repeating lengths, turns, trees, and wildlife-
Time drags here and there but spicy thoughts spark...
Goodbye walks are the hardest
You forget don’t you?
The curves, the gradients, the way your muscles feel
As you tread small inclines
On loose gravel paths
Through familiar passages
Clusters of bushes, fiery collages of colour carefully collated by gardeners
Spattering of wild flowers more carefully curated by nature
A sense of home, of comfort
Your unroofed house
You don’t own it, pack it up
I’m going back to 505…
Well really, 5/15 is the day of significance, a day I will never forget. At this point in my life, I was committed to playing college soccer. I was two weeks away from graduating high school, then a gap year abroad. I was an unstoppable force. What could go wrong?
Chasing down the ball, colliding with the defender, then in a split second, life changed. Have you ever heard ...
this is not just another walk in the park.
I’m not coming back.
I cleaned my room,
I laid out my letters
“I’m sorry, I cannot do this anymore,
I’ve gone for a walk,
Don’t look for me,please
Let me go now,
I tried my best,
Let me walk away,
Leave me to go forever,
I love you forever, Alice.”
I signed them all “I love you forever” and I know that’s true,
My forever has run out,
Previously on the gluey ghost part tow they where still in the boys bath room👨🏽🦱 but before they could leave Emilia The charter box because she was asking so many questions too many but the one that she said like million was when will me and Connie die the ghost replied 98🪦🧓🏼 now I need to go and pee!! “More like pee you” Connie replied since the ghost was sooooo offended he decided to no...
Picking up sticks,
Tripping over stones,
Dodging your words,
Like only you would know…
Crunching leaves beneath my feet,
Basking in the summer heat,
Hiding from you behind the trees,
Because you tear into me at every seam…
Yes it’s true the weathers fair,
But your hands were only kind
When they brushed away my hair
So now I only feel safe in the outdoor air…
Maybe my fate was sealed wit...
I’m always eager to go
I jump and run as soon as John shows up or call
Outside is my favorite place
Juste before or after home, I don’t know
I like the wind in my fur
The smells, the ribs and the sticks
And the way y human paris with me
For me it will never be
Just another walk in the park...
Not just any old walk in the park, Today the trees are greener, the geese are returning and all the other birds are nesting. The park is calling my name.
Watching all the movements in the park, my surroundings, the lovers walking in the park holding hands, people walking their dogs, others feeding the ducks, little ones running around, some people riding their bikes… it’s beautiful!!!!
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