Walking.
I pass a car.
Are dead bodies lurking?
Are there lost lonely souls searching?
Could I be the soul that’s lost? Could it be?
The wind blows hard and chills my bones.
My thoughts drift once again.
I continue,
Walking.
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Author Notes
Take a walk poetry
Go out for a walk and take a camera, smartphone or tablet with you. Snap a picture of something interesting and write a poem about it when you get home. Post the photo along with the poem.
Rictameter Poem
A nine line poem. Each line has a specific number of syllables.
(2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2)
The last line is the same as the first.
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