I see a bicycle up against a flat finish wall. they are both painted a dirty pale yellow green.
I see a large arch-topped tunnel starting in the wall, it’s blackness trails away endlessly.
abstract
Tired Wordspiration.
And if I write, will you come clear?
Will all the madness disappear?
I seek a quiet restful place
I slash and burn the words in place
I need my freedom granted now
To find my own way out somehow
(25 February 2015)
Headlong Despite Feeling.
I saw shapes that reminded me
Heard sounds that carried me
Felt emotions that crushed me
Remembered and forgot it all in the same moment
I was moved and suddenly I
wanted to be still enough to hear through the silence
and silent enough to know the stillness that calmed
and claimed me as it’s own
My place was ready
but I was not
about
to change direction
Unknowingly crashing forward
Unfeelingly pushing through
all that mattered
to me.
42 Days Younger than Kylie 