Neighbourhood Watch

Still here, still in my pyjamas.

Been reading your online poems.

Only just made my second coffee.

Retired neighbour walking past my house,

upright as ever and dressed for the day.


Can’t tell if he’s deep in thought, or if he’s deep.

Can’t tell what he’s planned,

if he’s planned anything for today,

after he’s read the paper.

Collects it at the Indian’s on the Broadway,

not at the other one on the corner,

though it’s nearer, must be a reason.

Perhaps later he’ll drive off

with his thin wife,

somewhere they think is nice.

Had his car serviced

by Dave over the road,

got that sorted yesterday.

Heard him with a power-saw

last Sunday, improvements at his age,

must be a point.

Flies a flag in his garden.

Might be an online poet.

You can never tell.

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Reviews

[Beccy]

Love this kind of observational poetry; especially when the poem is peppered with lightly fanciful lines, which is absolutely the case here, and which I find quite delightful.

I'm dying to know the reason why the neighbour goes further afield for his newspaper; and where he and his thin wife went.

More please.

Beccy.

[Gerald Parker]

Thanks, Beccy. Both shops were run by Pakistanis. I don't know why he favoured over the other. Again I don't know where used to go with his thin wife. What puzzled me was the fact he never took his England flag down.

[_mal]

This made me smile.

What we notice through the window. Sometimes here I hear one lawnmower start and then all the others start too like Dave up there reminded them that that that is what you have to do to live somewhere

[Gerald Parker]

Pleased it made you smile.Thanks for commenting.

[Tony]

Only your 2nd cup of coffee? Sounds like you drank your 2nd pot of coffee. haha
I was thinking that when we see people we notice the similarities in our own lives, or the life we think is waiting for us. anway, thanks for sharing your work here

[Gerald Parker]

Pleased you liked it, Tony. Thanks.