20/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I only saw you for a moment
A fleeting observation
Capturing my heart briefly
Then releasing it once more
Your hair was dark brown
Like rich chocolate cake
And if I’d known you
I’d have wanted to run my fingers through it
Your eyes sparkled like diamonds
Piercing, pale and blue
Cutting through me
Like a hot knife through butter
Your skin glowed in the afternoon light
Radiating a warmth of soul
That I would not see again
For a great many years to come
I only saw you for a moment
A fleeting observation
But you stayed with me
I have not let you go ever since.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label Crowd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crowd. Show all posts
Friday, November 20, 2020
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Standing in Line
26/07/2020 - Poem A Day Compilation
Standing in line
To enter the stadium
Surrounded by the noise
Of thousands of voices
Chatting and cheering
Excited and hopeful
Waiting for the gates
To swing open
And be ushered in
By underpaid security
Who dread the end
When the fans exit
And those who lost,
And drunk too much
And ate not enough,
Want to take it out
On someone convenient,
But, for now,
It is calm
If not quiet
And the buzz in the air
Is jubilant.
Standing in line
To enter the stadium
Surrounded by the noise
Of thousands of voices
Chatting and cheering
Excited and hopeful
Waiting for the gates
To swing open
And be ushered in
By underpaid security
Who dread the end
When the fans exit
And those who lost,
And drunk too much
And ate not enough,
Want to take it out
On someone convenient,
But, for now,
It is calm
If not quiet
And the buzz in the air
Is jubilant.
Labels:
AFL,
Crowd,
Daily poetry,
football,
Poetry,
Sport,
standing in line
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)