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Small News
The pebble in the shoe interrupts
The fleeting stop to buy milk. Hobble homewards.
Next door’s teenager walks the dog,
Texting, talking and ignoring the twilight.
A car alarm shrieks its electronic diatribe,
Piercing the neighborhood’s serenity.
This shambling squad car eventually responds
To swooping, disgruntled reports.
The car owner is Mrs Olsen, visiting Mr Selby, providing
More fodder for the gossip mills.
Yet the newspapers cover “bigger” stories, of
Ministers, taxes, and banks.
The money, the money, spins and whirls
Around the axes of privilege and avarice.
Peopled corporations buy and sell
Products, ideas, wars, and nations.
Integral calls shifting cash and lives
Bounce off satellites, blinking.
Beyond, the moon orbits faithfully,
The stars bleed light, and one sun burns.
The galaxy reaches out, rotating
Gas and dust in the universe.
Published 29th Oct 2012
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29th Oct 2012 1:03pm
Beutiful write, you have just described my outlook on life and life living in weston-super-mare. I love the descriptions.
fantasic work
cheers
marcus
fantasic work
cheers
marcus
29th Oct 2012 1:21pm
Great, I'm glad you liked it!
Incidentally, I went to Weston-super-Mare once, for one night in February, years ago. I'm still warming up from that cold, windy, night...
Incidentally, I went to Weston-super-Mare once, for one night in February, years ago. I'm still warming up from that cold, windy, night...
29th Oct 2012 1:55pm
I've been to Weston-super-Mare too,many times.
A wonderful poem and picture you paint here, love the last two stanzas Atatki. :)
A wonderful poem and picture you paint here, love the last two stanzas Atatki. :)
29th Oct 2012 2:32pm
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27th Jul 2014 5:08pm
You cannot take your sofa couch with you when you go I suppose... This poem humbles my perspective of the daily condition most efficaciously
