Normal.

I am here,soft and mellow,cosy in our normality.

We are driving nowhere in particular and there is no need to speak.

Radio Two hums in the background of our relaxed silence.

There are wind turbines standing proud in the fields,blowing kisses at each other.

You admire their usefulness and scold about their ugliness.

I'm quietly scared,I feel their menace as the rotors wrap the wind around themselves.

We drive further and higher,the road shrinks to a lane,

a few scraggy sheep eye us mournfully and my stomach lurches.

You stop the car,admiring the view,close to nature and your idea of God.

My mouth is dry with fear,I see the beauty

and feel the fierceness of the edge of the mountain;

my desire to jump into nothingness.

I can feel my skull splitting against the stone and it feels good.

The radio signal has gone so we play cds to break the silence,

 

I am still here,soothing myself with your Status Quo tunes,

pretending to be something I'm not

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patricia Hughes

Sat 22nd Jul 2017 17:59

Thank you AM.

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AM Cash

Sat 22nd Jul 2017 11:47

A raw edge of life in the real world caught in the simple moments of a car journey. AMC .

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patricia Hughes

Tue 18th Jul 2017 11:09

Thank you John and Colin.
I appreciate your comments,encourages me to keep on writing and improving(hopefully).

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John Marks

Tue 18th Jul 2017 01:08

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

My mouth is dry with fear,I see the beaut

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and feel the fierceness of the edge of the mountain;

my desire to jump into nothingness.

I can feel my skull splitting against the stone and it feels good.

I've felt that too. Every day ! Will find you something.


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Colin Hill

Mon 17th Jul 2017 21:38

I best press the Like button again as I enjoyed the first version so much. I've been thinking about this poem on and off today, playing with some of the themes in my mind.

There is a timelessness about the writing - I turned the cd's into cassettes and then the wind turbines into windmills. Before I knew what was happening Don Quixote had ridden by with his faithful squire Sancho Panza - tilting at wind turbines perhaps? I'll be off now.

Col.

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patricia Hughes

Mon 17th Jul 2017 17:29

Hi Graham.
I only tidied up the last two lines and then pressed the delete button without thinking.
I'm glad you like it.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 17th Jul 2017 15:30

I didn't see the original Patricia.

This chimes with me as my wife and I have just travelled to Devon and back. For some sublime reason we purchased a cheap 3-CD set of Summer of Love music!!

I love the idea of wind turbines tangling the air that they use to rotate.

Good work.

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patricia Hughes

Mon 17th Jul 2017 11:41

Apologies for deleting the first draft of this,I was trying to edit it and clicked on the wrong blooming button.
Thanks to everyone who liked the poem and added comments.

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