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From Anxiety To Poetry
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The rattle of spat rain
On rusted tin roofs.
I’m just passing the time
And recalling the past
Treasuring fading memories
That were never meant to last.
18
May 2022
“There’s a kindly old lady…”
There’s a kindly old lady
Working in the Metro
And our journeys can cross frequently.
We occasionally converse
In our very own languages
And we always get on rather pleasantly.
18
May 2022
“The little girl plump in her swaddling winter clothes…”
The little girl plump in her swaddling winter clothes
Stared solemnly into the dark rain puddles
Could she reflect on Narcissus’ troubled woes?
No, but she could blow the very best’ist of bubbles.
19
May 2022
“I ask of myself what is happening?..”
I ask of myself what is happening?
I retort with only the passage of my time
With each passing day its pace is quickening
And every drop that I waste is a crime.
20
May 2022
“To wake up devoid of anxiety…”
To wake up devoid of anxiety
What a splendid feeling that might be
Life no longer monochrome but colourful
And one day to live feeling well and wonderful.
21
May 2022
“Descending slowly yet ceaselessly…”
Descending slowly yet ceaselessly
Old pulsing orange lamps gliding by
Swallowed down and down ominously
The deep cavern venting a soft sigh.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
Approaching swift and menacingly
Old blurring spectres solidify
Gathered round and round curiously
The deep cavern means to terrify.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
Taking flight bolting desperately
Old groaning cracked pillars blocking sky
Fractured chaotic fragility
The deep cavern roars a silent cry.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
22
May 2022
“For every dream that dies…”
For every dream that dies
Another one survives
For every hope that fails
Another one prevails.
Go seek nature’s riches
Invest in her wherewithal
And the world’s not such a bad place
To be in after all.
On rusted tin roofs.
I’m just passing the time
And recalling the past
Treasuring fading memories
That were never meant to last.
18
May 2022
“There’s a kindly old lady…”
There’s a kindly old lady
Working in the Metro
And our journeys can cross frequently.
We occasionally converse
In our very own languages
And we always get on rather pleasantly.
18
May 2022
“The little girl plump in her swaddling winter clothes…”
The little girl plump in her swaddling winter clothes
Stared solemnly into the dark rain puddles
Could she reflect on Narcissus’ troubled woes?
No, but she could blow the very best’ist of bubbles.
19
May 2022
“I ask of myself what is happening?..”
I ask of myself what is happening?
I retort with only the passage of my time
With each passing day its pace is quickening
And every drop that I waste is a crime.
20
May 2022
“To wake up devoid of anxiety…”
To wake up devoid of anxiety
What a splendid feeling that might be
Life no longer monochrome but colourful
And one day to live feeling well and wonderful.
21
May 2022
“Descending slowly yet ceaselessly…”
Descending slowly yet ceaselessly
Old pulsing orange lamps gliding by
Swallowed down and down ominously
The deep cavern venting a soft sigh.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
Approaching swift and menacingly
Old blurring spectres solidify
Gathered round and round curiously
The deep cavern means to terrify.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
Taking flight bolting desperately
Old groaning cracked pillars blocking sky
Fractured chaotic fragility
The deep cavern roars a silent cry.
Enveloping fug, so humid and heavy
Whispering echoes, resentful and wary.
22
May 2022
“For every dream that dies…”
For every dream that dies
Another one survives
For every hope that fails
Another one prevails.
Go seek nature’s riches
Invest in her wherewithal
And the world’s not such a bad place
To be in after all.
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