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Staples in a lamp post

Staples in a lamp post

Staples in a lamp post 

I walk my route with thought and sense 
Past the old town that most would miss 

I think and gather a thought and feeling 
Always wondering where it’s all leading 

I pass the empty stores where have these gone sure they once were the source and belong 

I walk once again past pillars and posts 
Old worn out phone box almost a ghost 

Times keep moving but so does my walk 
I keep on thinking and gather a thought 

Someone will stop from time to time and tell me  the past it was once mine now it’s just past

A day on a walk I stop and looked up at tar cover lamppost that would mean so much. 

This post as a child had no  meaning no rhyme but as I grow older It will one day be mine. 

This post that I stare gives chills that scare for as we grow older I know I will be there. 

This post that now seems covered in staples of loved ones that left us and gone to heaven. 

This post is a post but look deep you will see is strong and it’s there waiting for you and for me. 

The post that I pass on each morning walk seem to have a new staples new meaning new loss 

People I may know people I might not but with every pass I always take note. 

This post is a post to light up a night this post is a post that leads a path and I pay my respects whenever I pass. 
 

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Tony Taylor

SORRY I didn't comment on this yesterday... something pulled me away just after I read it!!.....I like that you took such a simple object and gave it so much meaning..... bringing it to life poetically was a clever idea and cool way to reflect on your childhood and even the town itself to some extent!!...... you have a fine sense of rhythm and timing which gives the entirety a nice flow as you read it...... but mostly I found the creativity in your phrasing and imagery is what made this shine for me!!.......ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet brother.... and....WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo 👌✴👍

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Lee Cook

Thank you so much for your lovely comments I’ve not written anything since leaving school 15 years ago but thought I would give it a go. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment means a lot 

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KIERAN1369

Great opening piece of work....hope to read many more !

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Lee Cook

Hi Kieran thank you so much for taking the time to read and giving great feedback much appreciated 🙏

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Tina

Hi Lee.  Your poem reminded me of those lamp posts that bear pictures and notes and flowers of and for loved ones who have met and untimely end in that particular spot.  You know the ones. And that was what I thought it was about when I first started reading it. But as I read it, it became abundantly clear that there was so much more depth in this. Well done for writing such a deep piece and using the lamp post as a metaphor for all the loss that this world suffers.

Oh, and welcome to Cosmo

Tina x

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Lee Cook

Hi Tina thanks for the reply it’s based on a lamp post where I live that always has a notice of a funeral that would be taking place in the town after each notice is taken away it’s left with a staple in the post which got me thinking of how many loved ones are lost here and throughout the world thank you for your kind comments x

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Simon Bromley

Hi, great opening piece of work and very meaningful.  look forward to reading more, you are very talented!  Take care.

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Gerard McGowan

I love this piece Lee, it bears such pain, the Pain of life and death, how have we not come to terms with  death, I guess evolution will never prepare us for the passing of humanity. The post was erected to sustain electricity, to give us real benefit but now it has become a monolith, a statue of human death, a tombstone to represent our passing, I know I'm repeating myself but it's fantastic that you could see this, you must be awake.

Keep writing, keep watching.

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