I Walked Past 9 o'clock

The street has now covered with yellow light

    The grasses, the houses, and the fences, too

    The scenery makes it look like another place

    Though a place is not another as it seems

 

The pavement complements the night above

    Whose darkness is tainted with dark clouds;

    Clouds that are streaked with flashes of light

    Etched every time though uncertain

 

I walked past nine o’clock

    And touched an old willow tree

    Its skin felt coarse and rough

    And has barks where I can fit my fingers through

 

The park is seven lamp posts away

    All of which are three trees apart

    I stroll past two lover’s touch

    While they show their love as I passed by

 

I reached over there and look above

    Where stars are still vibrant in few clear patches

    There I realized as I contemplate I see

    How thankful I am that I walked tonight.

 

Reviews

[antidarkness]

I absolutely love the message that you are sending here. I love the fact that the narrator is just enjoying nature and everything around them at its finish glory. That's beautiful. This is also wonderfully put together. I am a huge fan of poems and you have structured this amazingly while also keeping the idea of the poem still relevant. Truly amazing. Keep up the amazing work. :)

[V.L.Mir]

Thank you Kerri. Yeah, I do love strolling in the park and enjoy the scenery of green grasses and the smiles of children and their families.

[Coyote Poetry]

The good description create visions and place.
"I walked past nine o’clock
And touched an old willow tree
Its skin felt coarse and rough
And has barks where I can fit my fingers through"
Life is simple. Caressing a old tree can show us. The world will last and what we do today is important. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote