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Poetic Leanings

Overheard

When I’m meant to be listening

To the potential of the moment

The sound of fireworks

Creeps through my bedroom window

I listen resigned to the noise of some other place

Like that time

I tried to sleep

But the sound of tumultuous waves

Crashed unabashed through my hotel window

And forced me to stay awake

-listening to it talk to some other people.

 

The place is always transient

But its noises stay a fragmentary constant.

 

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Poetic Leanings

‘Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.’ Walter Pater

Squirming away from

An orchestrated chaos

I protest

The timing’s not right.

Perhaps, some day,

But not now.

But what difference will time make,

When the truth is,

Ability and ambition only rarely match up.

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Poetic Leanings

Hauntingly Hollow- Inspired by Ayesha

Time

Like the woodpecker

At the great oak tree

Pecks

Pecks

Pecks

Into my being

Until

I walk

wounded-
riddled with the hollows of its unrelenting passage.

 

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Poetic Leanings

If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, what is an empty desk a sign of?

Thinking about signing up for that 50, 000 words in a month thing, so I’ve been scouring my documents folder (while the dissertation lays cruelly unattended), looking for a start, and I found this.

My mind

Weightless

Like

Swings

In the empty park

A windy restlessness

Tugging at the metal bind

Dancing with the dust

Lifting,

Looping,

Leaving,

Staying-

Binding attachment.

(Correction: It’s 80 000 words. That’s 80 000 recreational words. My dissertation’s going to be jealous. I’ll keep the peace rather.)