no one understands
the end of winter
quite like
a well scuffed ball
I'll be back home when dinner is on the table & football's on the tele.
I have made a few edits since posting - once a longer poem, I have slowly been editing out lines til now. I think this was the poem it was always meant to be. sorry for the confusion.
The 100 Day Poetry Challenge
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no-one is able to understand the boy better that his well scuffed buddy-ball, no-one had been there!
This was my first thought on this piece.
(^_^) !
Beautiful poetry that tells us about the change of season. The arrival of the greens. Suggestive writing. Good job, friend @carmalain.
Certainly, some things are just forgotten from time to time, and there's no better way to appreciate good things in life than when you've been deprived of them. Multum in parvo, @carmalain7. You say a lot in a few words. Loved it :-)
Short and sweet :) but Daniel is gonna eat you for the missing 10 lines LOL ... that being said you ok you haven't posted in 2 days it seems and I would be heartbroken to see you drop out of the challenge Poke ...don't do this fluffy dark weez needs yous ... I'll even share a piece of Pie ... a little one admittedly ... miniscule :P but still Pie ;)
I don't mind, and no worries, I just went for a few days walk, which was nice.
Even in the city, it's important to unplug and take time to befriend the bees.
:) I love bees even though I am deathly allergic but they never sting me so I am good LOL
You've summed up the end of winter in the suburbs, certainly as I once knew it. Four lines of poetic wonder.
it's as much a biography as a poem <3
Hi @carmalain7! Beautiful little poem. Featured in the Isle's curation post this week :)
Dang, nice. I love how subtly lonely this is. Very well observed!