There are some poems I repeatedly return to. I am not sure if I make them better, perhaps I overwork them? Here is one I have been revisiting.
he exists inside of the event
unable to find the thread to follow to daylight
finding letters then words he speaks
imagine
staring at the world
through a letterbox
set in a stout locked door
and having no key
I reach for my metaphors lock pick
just open a window nip out the back
but he will not budge
my words merely the clatter
of cutlery poured onto quarry tiles
The final image is powerful. I hope the sound conveys the stuck nature of the interaction. You can lead a horse to water and all that. For change to occur the individual has to want to change. You can read the earlier version here.
The poem is laid out differently and many of the lines have been altered. Which do you think is the better?
Here's Footshooter featuring Albertina.
Until next time.
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