Tuesday, 15 October 2013

"Morning Squash"

Why are so many poems
About the usual
Same old, same old?
Life, death
Depression and such angst
Is what I mused
While part of
The commuter crush
Waiting as per usual
For the daily dose
Of delayed train
On the platform
At Sydenham station
As I leant on
The side of the shelter
Whiling away the time
Reading poetry
As a tiny fly
Landed on the page
Which I turned over
Without hint of rage
And splat!
It became part
Of poetic art
In an instant.
So different to what we write
Wrestling our thoughts
Attempting intellectual fight
If only life and death
Were that simple.

Dulwich Poet 15th October 2013

( Just reading poems on the way to work...and this is what pops up in my head!)

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