sitting beside the very street
on a dilapidated bench, paint peeling
people stroll past, children scurry
an infant left in a carriage outside a shop wails
wearing a small blue beret, the kind tractor drivers wear
a thick raincoat from who knows how long ago, high rubber boots
he sits, eating ice cream with wafers
two more portions on the bench, beside him
old, unkempt cheeks,
alone, by himself,
buses stopping before the shops
he sits and calmly eats ice cream
it’s hot, the end of May
around him
a magic circle spreads
quiet and solitude

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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