Deep- ish

poem by: Robert Kohlhammer
Written on Sep 16, 2017

The grass is wet but it is only my deep feet that
make me aware of my hands with no pockets. 
The grass made way for footprints running,
towards a lady who was dog walking, looking.
 
My first glancing chance makes no pass for two hands,
as her dog takes quantum physics to wander if it knows me. 
After all I am to  a dog, a man, looking down at the mouth for a comment. 
I remind the dog that I know she is a nice lady, looking up , I value my freedom.
 
I thought about the tides reach and the neurones  breaking the current.
My river is lying down at tea time,  thinking of the sea side. 
I saw her occupation in the creases of my stomach , I cannot force the smile
it foils me , catching a few fish that are padlocked in a tower on the river bed.
 
Is her lunch cold , in her spiderman lunchbox, her flask taller than her shiftwork?
Where is he now? my dad is a widower , he found a quiet bush that was already damp.
She was friendly, she knew where the dogs were , I never know what a dog is looking for.

 

Tags: Deep, Abstract, Imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented on Sep 25, 2017 at 10:10am
Thought provoking Robert.Nice poem written with depth.
Valerie Russon commented on Sep 25, 2017 at 6:55pm
i like it your imagination is good and i like abstract .

 

 

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