Letting go

2016-07-20 — Poetry · Poems — Tags: poetry


Nothing to say



Just ink , spoiling pages



Churning waves in bays



Waiting for this months wages



Slave to grind, Slave for sale



Blocking the direct debits



Last month's smoke, this month's joss stick



Tied to a service I didn't choose



Watching the food go mouldy.



 



Ball in heart, knot in stomach



Hoping to find a solution



Offers come in for later.



Now we wait,trust



Belief, Believe choose, choice, steal, thief.



Sticky as the keys,thick as thieves



Irregular verbs and lessons



Shaking with fear,or pain,or both



Panic comes.



 



Breathe. Hold out my hand.



Feel forward in dust



Stars will shine on our ashes



Long dead stars. Wish I must.



Land! Ahoy! Come into land,



Row , don't strand



Oars turn to rust



Soup the sea



And drink up to trash



 



Ah ! Where do roads lead?



Frost told us the difference



And summer lanes ,wooded and hooded



Gnarled banks and rootballs bulk



Canopy shielding shading,shining



Green filtered light speckling down



Dust shod feet echo through ages



Pilgrims and poor men



On roads to life



 



Years later. Finally.



The pen hacks its way through the wood



Digging Heaney's grave



O'Brien greets us



Under Chestnuts



Wooded lanes to nowhere



Love, late in life



Vote for fools, lies lose,



Oil on the fire



 



Lost in libraries



Perhaps time moves



Treacle in space

A glass.

Bring me my road

Warts on the toad


Rap and rhyme

Speak to me as I have

Nothing to say.



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