Anon–written in Postman’s Park

Knock’ Knock’ whose there?
Leigh, Walter, Amelia and others
who were like you and me
before they got caught in a moment
that changed them into heroes.
Now remembered with awe and
thanksgiving in the serene
green of London.

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Robin Rowles in Postman’s Park

On grief and disappointment’
My eyes shall weep a sea of
tears to wash away my pain.
I will mourn at the dawn
at noon and the rising of the moon.
But this will pass. I will accept
my lot and will be whole again.
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Robin assures me that he didn’t feel like this currently. This reminded me that poetry is about language and ideas and does not have to be true!

Sue Hunt – Haiku

The red tulips glow                                                                                                                               parents garden long ago                                                                                                                         happy memories.