A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something -
whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and
poetry.
Look!
Waves, mountains, flowers, rocks,
A set piece we can readily disregard,
Aimlessly wandering our streets with
Scant regard. Mesmerised by our phones,
Nodding heads, muttering beneath our
Breath, never noticing with whom we collide,
Like blind men following; mice racing
Around our little cages, stumbling into the
Gutters over life. This selfie rocks me, this
Total makeover, splice of tune, the shock of
A moment savoured – read this news, revel
In this fake news; see this vision, yes she’s
Naked. Who are you? Who am I? We collide
Here, not noticing. I graze your hand so close
Yet you don’t even look up, so intensely
Following what you’re reading, what you’re
Staring at – what you’re not
looking at is life
And it’s passing you by, winning the race,
Leaving you way behind, whistling a happy
Tune, the accompaniment of your boredom,
As you stumble into the road and oncoming
Traffic.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 16, 2018
