Dribble words across the desk
stumble and blurt
staring at the cobwebs in the corner
she is all ears
drawing me in
wisdom and empathy awash
minutes gone
I toggle down stairs, all loose limbed
empty and vague
and "Don't even look at me"
Not that way, not any way.
Street too horrible with shopping people and squawking business
I need a cave
a roaring sea
a bit of a storm to dance in
to shout at
but find a bookshop to slide into
lurk in the second hand aisles
uninhabited Natural History
and crouch crumpled on the floor
retching up inchoate fears and dreams
into raggy gnarls of words
regaling futures I could so easily succumb to
or be drowned
so willingly sacrificing
and enjoying
even right now if blood chances on this place
imagine consequences
that would wrench my sleep
with cries and greed
hurtling me down one way paths
chained and bonded to just the one future.
I write it all on the blank page at the back of a mammoth tome
on mammoth bone
...and all the things I had locked inside just moments ago
up those stairs
Purged
I want to face them all again
Out into the street
gloriously emptied of goaded humanity
Into a storm
I laugh and shout, praise the sky
for the lunks of water straggling my hair and skin
I stamp in the puddles
rhythmic pattern and word
being the small child
whom I have not yet done with.
Author notes
I have never had "counselling" but imagine this is how I would feel if I had!
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This has the most wonderful texture. There is an honesty and naturalistic expression here that cuts through all the usual bullshit stuff. No artifacts of the "too clever" poet, no pretense. Very solid, very real.
I need a cave
a roaring sea
a bit of a storm to dance in
to shout at
This I love in particular. Something very essential in your words.
Excellent.
Garrison
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I don't know why I never commented on this. As it is, I love it. . and will edit this comment when I can think of something to say.
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Thankyou...I enjoyed writing this poem ...because the action came straight from my imagination....having been given the story outline by you.
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I think I know now why I like your work so much. I can identify with the author.
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As She says the inspiration was a morning in her life which I picked up and interpreted....and felt I was there.
So God knows who you identify with!!! -
Hi..that's slightly confused lol.
-this was something written in response to a morning of mine a while back- but he's made it very much his own- good with urban scenarios..
.... so you might identify with me too.. in a twisted kind of way
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By the way I've done nothing here..
peace.
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I appreciate the essence
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