New year
By samhennig
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There is so much that
can happen, so much
that could be, flat
out refuse to make such
a statement of possibility,
rain hits the window, adding
another beat to the
music. High hat tapping,
left earphone. Trumpet e
minor, right.
Right, then right again,
again and again,
and then
the wind blows,
change of direction,
the rain sews
stitches in your vision,
running down the page, you
reach the stage where
you realise no breakthrough
will come, there
is grey
and great trees stretching
into the morning, they
reach, talons fetching
the water.
A car crunches gravel,
muffled. The thoughts of
what could be, travel
then unravel, and in
snapshots, all
that has been
rushes through,
scene after scene,
all true,
all seen.
Rain hits the window,
adding its own beat.
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Comments
There's a lot of thinking
There's a lot of thinking going on here, and wondering. Involuntary thinking, perhaps. I like the way the raindrops dictate the rhythm of your morning.
Turlough
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Some great phrases - 'the
Some great phrases - 'the rain sews stitches in your vision' and the description of the trees' 'talons' for example. I agree with Turlough about the rhythm, it's quite compulsive.
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Yes, I also liked the inner
Yes, I also liked the inner rhythmic beat and some subtle internal rhyme, all adding to its reflective quality.
Dougie Moody
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