Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #34, 2016

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[Inspired by AURORA’s “Awakening”:]

Feet on city streets, pounding

rhythm of souls converging, making

for transport, proceeding

to work.  Humdrum lives

a veil to truth beneath, skin

pallid with fatigue, with stress

of keeping hidden their hopes

and dreams.

So grey they seem.

Drink the coffee, brew the tea,

each day to desk they go,

each night return to home

of rhythm equally predictable.

Heads on pillows, worries

clouding brains, try to sleep they do,

try to think of an exit from

this shackled life; living incarcerated

in suits and ties, hands laden

with ball and chain of briefcase luggage.

Drink the coffee, brew the tea,

and next morning plays on repeat,

and the next (repeat),

and the next (repeated still).

Weekend only bears reprieve;

two little days to recapture those

hopes and dreams

so faint they seem

insipid, fading to desperate nothings.

Two little days then for

reawakening in free time.

Forty-eight hours to save

their very souls.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]