Wednesday, 5 February 2020

🦉 🌄 the diamond inside - poem




He's trapped for life in a mortgage

and the lender feels superior


mundane, unsatisfying job

multinational, offshore capital,

no security,

anonymity



Global forces,

Phantom choices,

Low-grade pain,

the gain game



Every lunch break, almost joy 

15 minutes, he makes sure

he feels alive, his unique project

not quite music

not quite singing 

A musing



decades too late, realising

the toxic wife a script bestowed

A life, of sorts, not of his choosing

sense of Calling disallowed 

....


She's trapped for life in caring

it seems everybody - takes

absent 'father' plays with Harleys

'knowing' women form a queue

for him

sees abused friend relegated

feels correspondingly inflated



decades too late, she realises

she never knew choice

but 15 minutes every day

her unique project


not quite ‘author’

not quite ethnic

authentic


....


Both sigh, another day…

same town, another day ...

different chains, another day ...

but is it?


years ago:

look in the mirror

no joy



months ago:

look in the mirror

no joy


weeks ago:

peep at the mirror

no joy



seconds ago:

glance at the mirror

eye twinkles



Their projects complete

neither science nor art

but a doorway of sorts



There's feeling

there's wonder

no rules or fame

there's patterns

there's colours

no judge or blame




their crystal complete

their diamond inside

their world at their feet

their jewel to hide



they sense depth in common,

each chose not to speak

the soul thrives inside,

not 'out there' on the street



Tags:  songs of hope  meaningful poems  creativity  philosophers stone


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