Thursday, 16 October 2014

No-One To Tell



Artificial, swimming pool blue.
Algae floats
despite the chemical.

White paint, cinder blocks
a red rail. The paint flakes
the metal turns
crumbles and rusts.

Siesta time. Only
one boy still awake
in the whole world.
The people bake.
Practice for when
they are dead.

A rain coloured lizard
seen with microscopic
clarity spreads like a hand
on the wall.

The most exciting thing in the world
and no-one to tell.

6 comments:

  1. The people bake.

    This is somehow profound, the crux of the poem.

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  2. At least the little boy saw the true and vivid colors of life.
    Somehow this poem made me open my eyes, Jonathan.
    I want to be where it is green, earthy and cool...middle earth.
    I am not a lizard...I do not like it hot :)
    You do write wonderfully~

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    1. Thanks Jan. You're right about the boy, and I don't think I could be a lizard either.

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  3. On the contrary - someone to tell: me. Thank you for that.

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    1. Thank you so much, Nick, for letting me know.

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