the secret club in the park

avigail

 

Every second day, I do my walking meditation.

I walk across the same people as I do my contemplation.

 

Some are walking, other run, other just taking out their dogs.

We say hello with direct eyes contact and a smile, as we hear the frogs nearby croak.

 

I don’t know their names, they don’t know mine.

Yet we share the same fresh air, and beautiful sky.

 

There is no need to chat or have a small talk.

We are just humans, enjoying  running or an easy-going walk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2016 09:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Tony36

    Awesome write

    • avigail

      thank you dear Tony

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Augustus

        This is a change for you. I like the idea. I like enjoying the moment without someone getting into my business. Cheers.

        • avigail

          why is this a change? enjoy life Augustus

        • Augustus

        • Augustus

          This is less clinical, more personal and less abstract. I can form a picture in my mind of the park with other folks and animals. It is not any less or more worthy than your other poems, just (at least to me) a different style.

        • trinhead

          brought me to walking my dog through the park and seeing all the people i pass- knowing they have a story to tell but knowing now isn't the time to tell it! beautiful!

          • avigail

            thank you Trinity.Hope



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