A Poem a Day (82): The trip

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