Arc-en-ciel
Climb aboard the boat made
From upside down tables
Believe once I draw it on
That red dot
That it is a button
That turns on a TV that is
Really a white board
Make animal noises to show your
Incredible understanding of the world
Tell me of “flalingos” – pink and proud
On one leg
Guess that a dove might be purple,
Or navy blue or pink, put your hand up
For every question you fear you
Will get wrong and I will help with
A smile and maybe a funny voice
Isosceles, what a funny word!
Monday, 7 November 2011
Poem 85-Bears with hats on, wellington boots and a handbag
Bears with hats on, wellington boots and a handbag
After I run to the station, putting my
Make up back on as I stand holding
The handrail tightly using the warped
Glass as a mirror
After I forage in my bag an extra
Oyster card and a train ticket to
Somewhere else
After I stand by a conveyor belt of Japanese
Delicacies holding my homemade sign as my arms
Ache just slightly
The time will arrive for an hour
Or so of secret tourism and a drink
Always promised next to
A round open-air theatre that tell us of the past and the future
By the back drop of a city too exquisite, lit by the moon
After I run to the station, putting my
Make up back on as I stand holding
The handrail tightly using the warped
Glass as a mirror
After I forage in my bag an extra
Oyster card and a train ticket to
Somewhere else
After I stand by a conveyor belt of Japanese
Delicacies holding my homemade sign as my arms
Ache just slightly
The time will arrive for an hour
Or so of secret tourism and a drink
Always promised next to
A round open-air theatre that tell us of the past and the future
By the back drop of a city too exquisite, lit by the moon
Poem 84 - Metaphorical Boxes
Metaphorical Boxes
A consistent quest for simplicity
Ruined by the complexity and the
Never-ending attempt to fit
Thought too big with labels so
Tiny
A bus with too many passengers
To deposit in time and a face
Too foreign to place
We strive to put each event in line
We know the madness too well to trust
And the battle to align each square
And cube with its face and
Each vertex with the boxes, stacking
Higher with empty, crumpled papers
Til the light from the windows is blocked
And the cat’s eyes are no longer
Visible until the fallacy of
Truth envelops the boxes just for a second
A consistent quest for simplicity
Ruined by the complexity and the
Never-ending attempt to fit
Thought too big with labels so
Tiny
A bus with too many passengers
To deposit in time and a face
Too foreign to place
We strive to put each event in line
We know the madness too well to trust
And the battle to align each square
And cube with its face and
Each vertex with the boxes, stacking
Higher with empty, crumpled papers
Til the light from the windows is blocked
And the cat’s eyes are no longer
Visible until the fallacy of
Truth envelops the boxes just for a second
Poem 83- Quiet Silence
Quiet Silence
I hope to find a place were
The silence is so pure
We sit in safety without words
I look for a view so beautiful
A picture would only take away
From its inherent mastery
And
A golden moment where we
Rest so peaceably that no breath
Can break the calm we manufacture
With no effort, no material and no word
I hope to find a place were
The silence is so pure
We sit in safety without words
I look for a view so beautiful
A picture would only take away
From its inherent mastery
And
A golden moment where we
Rest so peaceably that no breath
Can break the calm we manufacture
With no effort, no material and no word
Poem 82 - Busy
Busy
Today you felt the need to
S-P-E-L-L out for me
Something I had clearly but kindly
Said to you previously
Let’s not pretend you could not see
My huge list of corrections for your
Comportment
Let’s not confuse my jump in to the
Taxi with just a wave and no other
More affectionate salutation from a
Girl so tired she forgot to kiss the
Gentleman she sojourned with momentarily
With hopes of something interesting
But only finished with less than
A wave and an ember only
Dampened by your endless chatter
And a failed attempt at
Intimacy corrupted by the
Internet generation
Today you felt the need to
S-P-E-L-L out for me
Something I had clearly but kindly
Said to you previously
Let’s not pretend you could not see
My huge list of corrections for your
Comportment
Let’s not confuse my jump in to the
Taxi with just a wave and no other
More affectionate salutation from a
Girl so tired she forgot to kiss the
Gentleman she sojourned with momentarily
With hopes of something interesting
But only finished with less than
A wave and an ember only
Dampened by your endless chatter
And a failed attempt at
Intimacy corrupted by the
Internet generation
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