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Poem of the Day – Big Burst

Big Burst

 

Porthole misted glasses dangle

On the nose of authority

Subservient preservers

Jaundiced and sceptical

A receptical enduring a flow

Just knowing the tipping point

Where the fulcrum is an ally

Dry for a moment, as the clouds burst bubbling.

 

Sun drenched bystanders

Creating open arched and bowed arrows

For thourghfare revellers

Beside themselves with anger

Beleagured and drawing counters for black jack

They stride through a doorway

And the rattle of shutters

Just like a Humphrey Bogart moment

As the train draws closer

And closer to a tunnel

 

Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 29th November 2015

 

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