The cracks trip me up
making me blink and stumble.
The roots of nearby trees
travel for miles and miles
As they cause the once solid concrete
to crumble.
I used to know this walk.
But years have passed
and nature has happened.
Turning a safe walk
into a hazardous fall.
This park used to hum with life
and laughter.
Now all you hear is the skitter of a dead leaf
or nothing at all.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Based on the following prompt: Write a poem that can be titled ‘Not Just Another Walk In The Park’. (Is the title serious or ironic? Metaphorical or literal?) I did a bit of everything. How did it turn out. Created: 1/27/25
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Paints a picture of an area just abandoned and forgotten, and slowly nature is reclaiming it, enjoyed the read
Cool! Thanks for the insight. Kind of what I was going for.
You are very welcome
BRAVO
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