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Poem of the Day – Bricks and Torture

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Bricks and Torture

 

Valves open: flowing feeling

Cut and bound: no sound an echo’

A breath mists the window.

 

Delving into the emotive dreads not spoken

A token of the past.

 

Gates with flowers still hours from the beginning.

Just slipping in the mud; the hills never conquered

The dreams all consuming;

 

Clever tricks belie the reasons

As the seasons roll on with frozen ground resisting

The tramp of feet; trying to compete with slavish meaning

 

All too young beneath the blanket:

Wet in rain

Hanging on bedclothes

 

Stinging rain beating bells

Filling buckets with holes

 

Digging trenches;

Plugs have broken chains

Blood stains deep red and shining.

 

 

Never mind the weather;

The waves; the clapping window panes

 

Keeping a cleaver at hand

To slice a soft sentence

 

Vacuums; times without beginning or end

A pat on the back feeling

Well done for reeling

Shovelling deep evenings

Dusk falls

And again a song is dawning.

 

 

 

December 30th 2017

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

 

 

 

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