False Springs

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from the ABC set What are poets for?

The weather
brightened
up
for a while
and we

thought
our day had
come,
but give
it a day or two
the overarching grimness
will return,
it must.

It has,
and us wearing
inappropriate clothes
sure ourselves
up to the facts,
it was illusion
that made

our efforts
seem likely.
And the fun
and games
they had in the
office,
the competition,
always
incomplete

Not that anyone
was aware,
it was fun
to be in motion

and feel a-part
of it all and
from life
took for granted

- it was just there

- we had to do something

even if the lights
were out

and we were detained.
Not everyone can
jump
from aeroplanes
and

f
r
e
e
f
a
l
l

to a safety or

spend their days
on top of mountains
searching

living a nomadic life.
It's all buildings
and paperwork and
theft.

It's even got its own
name, I think.

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Comments

Prettyrose | April 1, 2012 - 02:30

Hi, well done enjoyed this poem and my favorite parts are,

and we were detained.
Not everyone can
jump
from aeroplanes
and

f
r
e
e
f
a
l
l

to a safety or

spend their days
on top of mountains
searching

keep writing
keep smiling :)

Parson Thru | April 1, 2012 - 17:06

Oh, I sooooo know what you mean. Nice sentiment and very readable poem (unlike most of mine :)). The sun brings us outside where we belong, don't you think?

thewestlondonle... | April 14, 2012 - 20:57

Thanks people - and Parson have to say - having just read a few of your poems - that I couldn't disagree more!