Tuesday 17 August 2021

When Words Collide

 

When Words Collide

 

 

Our writers dream of universal feeling,

conjure similes, where this is like that,

gaze out through eyes looking inwards

on picket fenced mind. Can't even see,

each deliberate treacle stroke of key,

pushes further off, past bulrush, past lily,

stream away downriver and out to sea.

 

 

Our readers live tuned out unaffected,

bid diversity, where this is not like that,

acquire inward eyes looking outwards

upon disfigured speech. Gaining sense,

spot the power and value of the fence,

knowing importance of prosaic defence,

may gather ye rosebuds to pay the rent.

 

 

There is as much in right as being wrong,

hymns crooned from distinct song sheets,

as when worlds collide in sundry orbits,

the house always wins. Hushed groans,

thunders time’s machine, eternal roams

all tides in, tides out, draw jointly alone,

heed ticking clock by grey mossy stone.



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