Poem of the Day — Quiet Questions

Quiet Questions

Sliding rule, breaking tradition

My demons rise as practised anger.

Danger flint sparking fields of wheat

Destroying my castle from within.

Terror struck I run to the cupboard.

To pick up my boy; to give him a chance

To make a day last longer

Picture a vast chasm cast in iron

Scrubbing my eyes to recognise belief

In charm for being

Seeing new colours and lines

Transmit them with my child to make people cry

With joy

Emotion free to flow as it should be

Unlock your demons

And meet together

Smile in tandem

Reach for the new born stars

Live a new life


April 10th 2015

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015

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