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.
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!