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At the start of last year, I undertook the task of revivifying my tendency to verse scribblings with Poetic Beginnings, thanks to the (quite literally) free flowing musical influence of Spotify. Each poem was (for the most part) titled as each inspirational song and, now that newly born 2016 has come round, I thought it apt to once more undergo such a task; not because I need another push into poetry (indeed, 2015 was quite stable in a rhythm of ongoing output of this kind), but for a ‘refreshing’, if you will. Obviously, this being the second year, the process can no longer be classed a ‘beginning’. Therefore, I hope you’ll accept, rather, a ‘continuance’.
To (free form) poesy.
[Inspired by LRKR’s “Journey” (please see Spotify’s Mellow Beats playlist if, like me, you cannot access the YouTube video in your country):]
A not so dull ache,
reminder of deeds done
(not able to be undone),
woke him, slumberous shuttered eyes
opened to another grey dawn
of humdrum, of groundhog day mentality.
he couldn’t seem to escape,
no matter how long he slept,
suspended in a dreamscape:
sweet nebulous lands devoid
of concerns substantial.
Heavy arm lifting dead weight
of hand to face to wipe away
dust of dormancy, his yawn
ends in a sighing that only marks
the beginning of a day’s worth of
identical drowsy (and nervous) actions.
He was falling, everyday,
falling like the perpetual rain
plummets to the earth, gathers, masses,
and rushes, falling down the drains to wash
into greater, filthy body of the sewers –
and out to sea:
a final, poisoned outcome, spreading.
A promise tainted and doomed
to fail/fall – like he was;
like he had.
Only thing to do now
was paste a smile on his empty face,
grey as the morning: best not
alert the outer world to another
broken soul; broken by himself,
by what he’d done.
What a fool, but a fool
with the brightest set of pearly whites
to bite into the day to come.
To them, a suited shark; underneath,
a hunted man.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]