I remember the morning...
I remember the morning
I closed the book
On our memory
The wind blew about
And knocked over the bins
Someone kept telling me
It was spring
But I knew it was winter
As the windows and doors
Had frozen shut
And everywhere people went
They kept blowing into their hands
Muttering to themselves,
Engrossed
In the work of their lives
Even the homeless man
Tucking frozen bottles
Into his pockets
Was employed
While I carried on with no clear plan,
Just an open book
Whose pages whenever opened
Filled with snow.
I closed the book
On our memory
The wind blew about
And knocked over the bins
Someone kept telling me
It was spring
But I knew it was winter
As the windows and doors
Had frozen shut
And everywhere people went
They kept blowing into their hands
Muttering to themselves,
Engrossed
In the work of their lives
Even the homeless man
Tucking frozen bottles
Into his pockets
Was employed
While I carried on with no clear plan,
Just an open book
Whose pages whenever opened
Filled with snow.
Dave Bradley
Sat 25th Feb 2012 23:21
I agree with Cynthia and Yvonne. The feeling of emptiness and lack of direction is created so vividly. A standout poem