Well, it’s been a while
since I last posted, but it doesn't seem THAT long. End of August? Really?
Blimey. That seems like yesterday.
Here's a poem I've just written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo website. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head, and read what others are writing in the group, and give/get feedback. So here is today’s splurge from my brain. Come back summer - I miss you!
The trip
It’s the slam and the yell and the scream and the
Trip and the scourge, and
the want of nothing, for
Nothing remains in the
fall; leaves scrawl and I
Am the shadow in the
breeze caught in this ease
Of light’s passing; we
know the catch of it all, this
Thunder-stricken shade of
everything snapped,
Distancing the entity
within, the substance scraped
Of being. They live in
the emotion spent, brewing
A captive child, and yet
this fear, this ache, this
Sense of nothing will
survive them, and crawl inside,
Between these glass walls
we build, these shells of
Ourselves; and in this
belief we are snared, and in
This box we are caught,
for the ever is a mighty
Long time, and never is
as never wished itself to be.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, 27 October 2018
