Tag Archives: Poem

Mind… the Gap

Mind the gap

For there is a place

A slit in time

With an empty space

Sending you through

In a unknown direction

Travelling sideways

To another dimension

Mouth it clearly

But don’t make a sound

Commute this

The London Intheground

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A Simple Blizzard

A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.

That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.

It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.

Laughing in my Sleep

I took shape… I was like a dolphin with endorphins… an endolfin maybe,

and all the while, somebody was flying around at ground level;

on a rolled up gym mat.

Yet, the children walked by, never blinking an eye; it was the only thing they could do whilst getting lost in the playfields.

It was then, when i had returned; waist deep in pond water; lifting a sorry flower from the aqua; reminding me of intricate, unfolding origami, it bloomed instantly in my wrinkled palm.

Oh… me and the encompassing crowd,

we barked and clapped like a close knit colony of slow-motioned seals; high on friendship and wonder.

Simplicity Tapes

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An old cassette tape, when the light catches it handsomely it looks silvered and bronzed like a monument with little dates of significance.

The time is half-past-something or a quarter too, and the day really doesn’t care for its name.

Then I recall Septembers, that this September; the breeze has been as gentle and warm as breath exchanging from lovers in loose conversation.

Randomly, I feel a surge of discomfort within the thought of the inability to appreciate anything, while I continuously slip comfortably into taking average daily life for granted.

Three army helicopters throb, thunderously overhead. They pass in a mini apocalypse parade; for a moment the suburb is drowned with the sound of their rota-blades, the atmosphere feels as if it’s expanding in its protestation.

The air chooses to relax; dropping its noisy luggage, only to float upon its regular self, I notice from beyond my open window, two female voices; unexplainably but noticeably middle-aged, and motherly, using vocabulary that only just resembles my native tongue. I think perhaps that I’ve momentarily forgotten to understand my language.