ENERGY TRANSFORMS

This is a revised poem and it owes much to the input of the Secret Poets. Once again thank you chaps. You can read the last version here.

FINALS

with mirrored steps

we walk side by side

turn   in slow motion

this dialogue of movement offers

a split second vision

of all the rehearsals to come

the walls will hold our sound

the floor our footfalls

the air our breath

we will never fade

though all come to stillness

energy transforms

how fragile is the house of now

a time of endings

our finals     farewell

I was not happy with the poem and discussing with the Secrets clarified the structure of the poem and exactly what I wanted to say. Thank you once more. The looking glass steps had to go for clarity, you cannot hold on to those words which obscure.

This second poem has had the lines tightened up and I think works the better for it. You can read the earlier version here.

TAUNTON STATION ONE MIDNIGHT

we three strangers could be the last people on this earth

cold to the bone in the post midnight chill

the silence of the station is as deep as sleep we miss

individual in our anticipation we wait for the last train anticipating the last trainas we wait

then the light

rounds the bend

yawns to a stop

is this the carriage door

the one you will explode out of

telling tales of jostling platform changes

that lead to cheek by jowl overcrowding

no seat until well after Bristol

of course it isn’t

you walk up to me

we hug and walk home

I've been playing the American Dreamer box set a lot. Laura Nyro has been someone who I have listened to since I was a child. Here's some footage of Laura at Monetary I've just come across.

Until next time.