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Kissing The Wind

written by: hedgehog

 

No thought for anyone the old man
Walking silently with his ancient dog
Passing people, not talking to them
Park benches ease his weary bones
As often breathless he needs to rest
The sun casts its last ray of light
Shadows like ribbons shimmer
Like windblown waves on the lake
The vast sky its sun kissed clouds
Slowly turning white to smoky grey
His eyes glaze, greeting someone
Far removed in his subconscious
Gentle words fall easily from his lips
Stroking the dog's head absentmindedly
A cosmic presence hears his words
As he kisses the wind one last time
Slowly the old man and his old dog
Wander homewards together, alone
The light draining the shadowed house
Where loneliness moves to greet them

hedgehog

hedgehog

I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".
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