A short walk.
A couple stops.

And then suddenly you’re… committed. 😄

Some dogs lead. Some dogs decide.

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i’m drowning slowly
cinderblock around my soul
swirling gratefully

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There are no poems in my heart today. So I am returning to September. These are more traditional than what I have been doing.

Mildred August donates blood for the refugee camps outside of Wall Street
https://subspacewagon.systems/mildred-august-donates-blood-for-the-refugee-camps-outside-of-wall-street/

Dreams Like Stemmed Vessels
https://subspacewagon.systems/dreams-like-stemmed-vessels/

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Mildred August donates blood for the refugee camps outside of Wall Street – Richard J Tilley

Haiku #252 — The Expositionist

The Expositionist
The Freeze by Christian Ward

The Big Freeze of 1963 turned London into an open-air museum. Foxes, caught in a taxidermist’s pose, frozen in suspended animation. Geese locked in cloud vaults. Blackbirds glued to lawns. Trees ha…

From Troubles of The World
#WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity My #poem, from a WalkaboutsVerse visit to, in southern #Sydney, with a painting by my late father, "The Camellia Gardens" http://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com/2011/12/walkaboutsverse-9-of-230.html
WALKABOUTSVERSE 9 OF 230

Poem 9 of 230:  THE CAMELLIA GARDENS In Sydney’s Sutherland Shire,     There’s a relaxing place to see: It’s called the Camellia Garden...

Cold Winds

The air is a blade to cut open the heart, bleed the soul of its pain. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2026 #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity

Cold Winds

The air is a blade
to cut open the heart, bleed
the soul of its pain.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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Journey

I will spread my wings to ride cold winds across hills as old as my dreams; born of stone, raised up through bronze, these bare rocks will welcome me. © Si...

Journey

I will spread my wings
to ride cold winds across hills
as old as my dreams;
born of stone, raised up through bronze,
these bare rocks will welcome me.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

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