New World

Teddy.15

 

There's a Deer outside my garden gate
just staring at me with his soft eyes
from beyond his wooden sanctuary
where he usually hides from the shooter

 

I see the pheasant has come to greet us
he is just walking on the main road
minding his own business
he looks relaxed, as we greet him

 

gardens unspoiled
the rubbish that is usually left on the ground
by people who care for nothing
is invisible today
so pleasing on the eye

 

even eating at the newly reopened restaurant
of years gone by is a pleasantry
all tables being finely spaced so people can actually eat
without touching the shoulders of strangers

 

but, shouldn't it have always been this way?

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Comments5

  • sorenbarrett

    Beyond all there is a message here in a hidden parable. The underlying theme of this work is peace, serenity, personal space. In a sense nature itself which has been taken from us with the growth of humanity. Wonderful portrayal through images and as all good poems showing not telling.

    • Teddy.15

      I cannot thank you enough for seeing the inside of my soul dearest sorrenbarret ❤️

    • Goldfinch60

      So very true Teddy, why cannot we go back to those ways of living.

      Andy

      • Teddy.15

        Dear Andy thank you so much, probably it has a lot to do with greed, sad but true. 🌹

      • Accidental Poet

        And forever it should be. Well penned dear poetess. 🌹

        • Teddy.15

          Dearest A.P thank you my dear friend. 🌹

        • Thomas W Case

          So peaceful and serene. Beautiful work Teddy. I love it.

          • Teddy.15

            Thank you dear Thomas, it certainly reflects the moment of serenity and peace, thank you so much. 🌹

          • aDarkerMind

            a dream for all the world to share Teddy.
            if only.

            • Teddy.15

              A dream in deed my dear Melvin, thank you 🌹



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