Monday, April 13, 2009

There's too much poetry in the world

This is not a poem

This night, here was, here is?
Well let me start again, verbatim.
I have a wife, a son, a life, choice,
a real dog, a plough, a bull and seven sisters.
I have nothing any person could want,
I have everything.
Is there anything lonelier than the distant light
of a ship at black of night ?
(I brought home this thorn with me
under my skin.)
A blackbird broke the silence,
an alarm call.
I could see the dark side of the moon, the veil lifted.
My shoes did their job, my coat protecting me,
from the cold damp earth.
I saw fences keeping things in
and keeping things out,
broken in all the right places.
Like right minds

4 comments:

Jeanne Iris said...

For what it's worth, I think this is beautiful.
God speed, my friend!
xoxo

Heather said...

It may not be a poem but it is thought provoking and rather beautiful.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thank you Jeanne.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thank you Heather.