Saturday, 23 April 2016

Motto

Repeat of a refrain, 
over 
and over 
again. 

Made on earth, not of earth 
I take stock, stand on stairs 
aware/not aware of dust 
under my feet as I cast 
about for the old music 
that is less instant 
and has to be worked at 
over 
and over 
again 
before pattern 
and pleasure 
is gained. 

She says things don’t feel right if they’re not worked for. 

This verbal snapshot might serve as some kind of motto. 

I can’t find the thing I’m looking for. Instead, the yellow 
sound of a road sweeper fills the light filtered by the curtain. 

I remember a serpent shaped road, a Vauxhall Viva 
or Ford Cortina parked outside every Lego brick house.

2 comments:

  1. Intriguing - by degrees I'll tease the meanings out.

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    1. Thanks Nick. Would love to hear your thoughts.

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