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Poet: Joseph Mayo Wristen
Poem: i waited and watched
Volume: There is a Dead Man Living in my Kitchen
Year: Published/Written in 2004
Poem of the Day:
Nov 12 2005
Comment 2 of 2, added on February 10th, 2012 at 5:23 AM.
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Where the Market BustledWe jynrueoed into town today, along Riber Walk,where the periwinkles peered shyly from the hedgerowand the rhododendrons displayed their wareslike a magician’s flower trick.The park was in dappled shade, the scent of wild garlicpervasive and all-encompassing. I plucked a few headsand allowed the delicate flavour to permeate my tongue.The dogs are good around people though Bear still checksmen for the one who was his first and only friend –before the years he spent locked in the darkness of a shed.I tie them up outside the craft shop. Trickster barks at everyonebut when I go back out to tell her to be quiet I find a boyof seven or eight teasing her. He runs away.I strap a piece of mounting board to my back and we head homewardthe wind pulling at the plastic bag and the dogs plodding onwardlooking forward to a drink of water and a biscuit.
Alsa from Bolivia
Comment 1 of 2, added on November 12th, 2005 at 6:13 AM.
i think this poem was exactly what life is like and i like that you made things that you see everyday a part of something that you like to do. this poem explains life just how it is and how it has been for a really long time.
wendy from United States
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Where the Market BustledWe jynrueoed into town today, along Riber Walk,where the periwinkles peered shyly from the hedgerowand the rhododendrons displayed their wareslike a magician’s flower trick.The park was in dappled shade, the scent of wild garlicpervasive and all-encompassing. I plucked a few headsand allowed the delicate flavour to permeate my tongue.The dogs are good around people though Bear still checksmen for the one who was his first and only friend –before the years he spent locked in the darkness of a shed.I tie them up outside the craft shop. Trickster barks at everyonebut when I go back out to tell her to be quiet I find a boyof seven or eight teasing her. He runs away.I strap a piece of mounting board to my back and we head homewardthe wind pulling at the plastic bag and the dogs plodding onwardlooking forward to a drink of water and a biscuit.
Alsa from Bolivia