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Bubble
I'm in a bubble of thought
wrapped in Kevlar
False dawn
is the hungriest time
Everyone chews harder then
but the drill always works
even going home early
has a drill
Five minutes...
and I'm mentally checking kit
Too late for anything amiss
when the cold draught
from the open door
makes the webbing flap
and you never know
who or what is waiting
down there
Thirty seconds...
Could even be a tree
with your name on it
Go!
Published 21st Dec 2009
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 12:50pm
lovely verse for your oeuvre, i can picture this one so well, n the ending is lovely too , love it A.
Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 4:00pm
poem; I think it's about floating in the ether before your mortal self is decided, but I could be wrong. Love the way you most definitely don't where your heart on your sleeve in this one, and make the reader work for the message beneath.
21st Dec 2009 5:21pm
Ah, got you this time Jack - this a small matter of a parachute jump for Queen and country. I would have thought the Kevlar might have given the game away, but what do I know - I only write em!
Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 5:39pm
I thought that the kevlar was merely a metaphor. See, now this is why I rarely offer intepretations! Still, even though I got it completely wrong, I nevertheless enjoyed the lovely language and structure of this piece.
21st Dec 2009 5:24pm
what is kevlar?
didn't get that parachute reference to be honest...
were you in the armed forces at one point then?
didn't get that parachute reference to be honest...
were you in the armed forces at one point then?
21st Dec 2009 5:41pm
Anonymous
21st Dec 2009 5:49pm
reading, I feel like an idiot for having no deciphered your meaning sooner. The cold draught from the door, the drill, it all makes sense now!
