Parachute Pants | Mary Bone
Parachute pants
made of linen and cotton-
billowing in the breeze,
on a summer day.
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observational poems
This Rainy Evening | Krushna Chandra Mishra
That very day everybody got the smell
that things were going in a curious way
and there was just enough good watch
necessary just to let happiness culminate
from what all were sure was just a fascinating
innocent first sweet scene of a rich drama of
great and magnificent union exuding aroma
across space and time for years to come.
Today not all the acts of that interesting drama
of union in marriage and stewardship of life are
fully played out yet , taking time this silent evening
when it’s still not very dark and raining memories
of things of a whole life time very well spent ,
we look ahead with hope into the future for
all the charming revelations it keeps in store
when we know life’s grand golden rule we get
what we deserve for all our deeds and no more.
Fall’s Early Entrance | Mary Bone
A summer breeze
blew leaves across the sky.
The leaves landed in piles at the
base of a tree.
Children played all afternoon
jumping and having fun.
Fall was making an early entrance.
Cigarette Buds | Mónika Tóth
landscape
blue irises
brown footprints
rolled in shadows
fashionable butterfly
cigarette buds
Unpeaceful Coexistence | Stan Morrison
Like blades of grass seeking the sun
Through cracks in the sidewalks
Beneath the asphalt and cement
There is a silent reticulum of trees
With roots insinuating themselves
Through chemotaxis, extending freely
Reminding us of our unwelcome intrusions
Arrogantly indifferent to urban planning
Mindless of public utilities and pipelines
Raising chunks of sidewalks, cracking streets
Announcing the truth of their genetic nature