Wednesday, 15 January 2014

It's the end of the world...as we know it

Sometimes when we think it's the end of the world it really isn't. It's actually a time for a new start, a new future. Here's a poem I read at LDGPS recently. I'm hoping to write something a little cheerier for the next one.

All the Fun of the Unfair

Pulled like candy-floss from its stick
 With lies, words woven so  slick
Your need to shine bright dulling me
Your every word derogatory
I stand still, sticky and dented
With truths, easily prevented
Others pick at tendrils, once proud
The sugar melts, the colours cowed
But now I stick to your fingers
Drawing dirt, my presence lingers
A chaos, from my residue
My anger, bound to you like glue



Phoenix from ashes and all that.
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4 comments:

Ashley R Lister said...

It's maddening that we so rarely get to see your poetry. This is good stuff.

I need to see more Lindsay poetry.

Ash

Lara Clayton said...

I love this.

Colin Davies said...

Wonderful

Colin Davies said...

Wonderful