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Travelling

Travelling

A simple poem which captures a person reflecting on the world outside, with an eye on the one inside

 
I saw you on the bus sitting amongst,
The everyday people who sit and chatter,
It doesn’t matter - to fit in I clatter
Seek to be seen rather than see.
Yet it is something I will never know,
Whether you look in my direction,
My sown isolation grows,
On my own with my reflection

Someone says - ‘This country is going to the dogs’
Another frowns, her face a canvas of the town
The yearning to fit, the living slog
Sprint rather than jog, down the road with no grass,
A slithery trail of sleepy souls, asleep on the path,
I sigh, I’ve felt hope’s slippery grasp, tasted her wrath

I think of a song I enjoy, a changing of a guitar strum,
I hum, a meandering tune, which irritates some, although
She frowns and then quickly forgets, I which I could let,
All these things which wash around in my mind,
Ideas I deride, thoughts which won’t subside,
With that I decide, these forms I’ve held inside,
Have eaten me up, a voodoo doll without a curse,

A distant ship chasing for the shore, or worse,
A harbour without a port, a sound in a vacuum,
I’m consumed, with the most royal of rooms,
According to those in the know, helps me slow,
The ever increasing input, which lets me know,
That I’m alive, like bees in a hive, I yearn,
To know my queen, for her to hold me close,
Whisper it’ll be alright, for I tend to lose sight:
Fight the wrong fight, reach the wrong heights

Leaves dance outside, a cat lazily strides,
To a place I will never know, where life is slow,
Friends are formed, with no need to affirm,
Who I am, where I’ve been or where I going.
This mind of mine, I can feel it slowing,
Something silent rises, new feelings sowing,
Thoughts without beginning, deeds without sinning,
A new existence, where for once, I see everyone winning
 
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  • Really intriguing write
    Posted Aug 19, 2008
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    The rhyme scheme was brilliant. If there was an actual pattern, I didn't quite catch it, but the feel and rhythm of the rhyming fit in very well.
    Also, many of the lines were very relatable. The poem has a flow that you can feel yourself slide into.

    I'm sure exactly where th... (read more)
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  • Aug 19, 2008
    Deceptively simple, you mean. Great job.
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