In the meantime
I have been reluctant to blog for a while, temptation gets cut short just as I attempt to tap out something boiling in my head. Another poem I have been working on, is what I am presenting today. I may extend it in the future but for now here it is .
The silence is in every direction
In this all forgotten village
Nobody is to instigate a crime
Drunken people don’t even come here
Nor do infatuated lovers
Some weeds here and brown algae there
A tall red brick home once stood
Only yellow beat rot remains
A field that once displayed Adonis
Is without its beautiful trace
The local town hall is an empty derelict building
In the summer the glittery sun reflects
Calmly onto the filthy glass windows
In the winter snow piles around
A prisoner with no way to escape
Its illustration cultivates a longing
Of a distant harmonious past
Children playing on swings
Mothers making and baking
Fathers working in the field
A auburn disconnected leaf flew past
Its departure unknown
A river with an unperceived beginning
Once the water used for cleaning
Now a motion to contemplate
A Falcon swoops sublimely
Feathers assume to be untouched
Waiting for an egg before it cracks
Gathering a vast feast
For a new born and its mother to chew
Mist is covering like an umbrella
Barely my shoes are visible
Lights in the distance are nothing but a blur
The house that stands has markings of a oil painting
The intricate details have been left out
A faint low tooting sound
Can be caught in the stillness
A freight train follows its path
Leaving behind a descending discord
which will rise repeatedly in the ensuing afternoon
The light is left gradually behind
As the nocturnal interval proceeds
Howling can be faintly heard in the bushes
Not a silhouette to be discovered
Whatever has signified itself is kept in hiding
Serenity pervades the sedate atmosphere
A stork suddenly plummets from its nest
Quietude is temporarily interrupted
For the stork is in a hurry
In a hunt for a savoury herring
2 Responses to “In the meantime”
Comment from Allix Davis
Time August 4, 2009 at 9:10 pm
Thanks for the kind comment, I enjoyed reading your poems as well, I agree with your comment on the post.. when poetry goes bad My best work leaps from my brain to the page with hardly any effort at all, but lately nothing is coming to me, every word feels like a struggle, and it’s all about as smooth as barbed wire. This is depressing me to say the least.
Some of my poems I feel show that , but I will keep them online for history .
I have added your site to the mine as well
Comment from Matthew
Time August 4, 2009 at 8:05 pm
Hello, thanks for the comment on my blog. You’re a poet too I see! I really liked this one. I’m going to add you to my blog list, if that’s okay?
Cheers,
Matt.