My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

You are reality

The heart doesn’t flutter;
it hammers, in my chest.
On the train,
the rolling motion,
my rolling emotions,
as the station nears.
The final stop; full stop.

Months in the waiting,
weeks in the planning
and my heart beats the seconds
that pass, too fast.

Am I the only one
alive in this carriage?
This miscarriage of humanity.
Where is the humanity?
Talk to me!
You! The Ipod girl,
in front of Ipad man,
beside Facebook boy
and Candy Crush sister.

Ah! Enough of them.
I’ve been drawn to meet you,
talk to you and kiss you.
As I hold your letter.
A LETTER!
Words on a once-tree,
the Parker Pen veins
stand out, draw me in.
As you stand in the rain,
black brolly Polly,
dark as mystery,
deep as a desert night
but not so old,
nor so cold.

Sand stinging, hand wringing
a nervous encounter,
here at the counter
of the coffee bar.
Spoons clink and rattle
And our nerves finally settle.

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3 thoughts on “You are reality

  1. Very nice. I found Parker Pen veins particularly creative.

    • Thank you Eric. This spilled out of me one night, almost complete and I left it for a week before going back to tidy it up. Parker Pen veins is part of the original text so I guess I’m not just a morning person.

  2. Ah! emails will never replace letters, smses will never replace phonecalls and ebooks will never replace books.

    loved the poem.

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