Got a bit of a headache this morning, so today’s
offering is small. I was kept awake til gone midnight and then I didn’t get to
sleep til about 2am, and I’m never very good on five hours’ sleep! My intention
was bed at 10.30pm after a long working day, but it didn’t
happen. I hope you all got more. Today is gonna be a very long day!
Here are some of the poetry course prompts for this
week: circles or straight lines, delusions, freedom, permanence/impermanence.
The ‘body electric’ is from Walt Whitman.
Wrong frequency
Hear the hum, the whirr,
bleating on a higher frequency,
a pulsation on all points.
Repeat on. Repeat off.
Breathe and collect a new
language without words.
Welcome insomnia’s waves
of myriad colours conversing.
A quickened beat of heart
hammers the rib cage out,
the ‘body electric’ on alert.
They coloured outside the lines,
watered a fixation over
til the soil, fully saturated,
could never support a planting.
The written word will never sell,
locked in the deep freeze.
A subtle blacklisting hums.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 17, 2021
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