Poetry Blogs (walls)
These days I feel a kinship with the four white walls,
Which guard my every move, every breath, every thought.
Observe how they close in on me, irked, distraught-
They make the world look small.
I speak to them in unfinished puzzles,
And superficial metaphors,
And subdued gurgles,
And defeated murmurs.
My words are nothing but a brook,
Whose melancholic babbles fill the chilly air.
Monday 21st September 2020 10:42 am
9th November 2019
A wall of shame
cut through a city and a people
a bleak new division:
we and the world turned away
A wall fell
remade a city, a people, a history
a bright new union:
we and the world rejoiced
Now we fashion
our uniquely British wall
a tragedy of repeated history:
the world wonders, shrugs
Tuesday 19th November 2019 9:41 am
Is there no hope of returning
Relative happiness is nice
A ping in my brain
A twinge in my heart
These pulses of ice in my veins
Never want to stop
Every moment distracted
Please, please don't cry
Every attempt to want to understand
Another wall is slammed down between us
Please don't push me away
I can be goo...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 3:20 pm