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‘I would email you but I don’t know your address,
It’s no good me calling cos’ I don’t know your number,
I wouldn’t know how to keep a conversation going anyway.
OK here goes….’©
10.10.2014… Guest poet…
She stood on the steps,
The town hall looked different in the rain,
Not so welcoming,
Wind blew the thin material of her dress and she felt a shiver run through her,
A woman walked by,
She saw the pity in her eyes,
Almost as though she was playing out her own life in front of her,
She turned away,
Holding her bouquet tight and vowing that life would different.
alan sawyer @alternativepen • 4.8.2014
Thinking of war
She hid from the gunfire,
A life on the run,
A life in fear,
Touched only… By the hope that one day she may be free.
Deep within the peace,
Is a distant gun?
A dying son, a wife battered,
A child imprisoned… It makes me feel like no one has listened.
Lives in blood,
For her no difference,
No change to future pasts,
Pathways obscured through shadows.© ACS
alan sawyer @alternativepen • 27.7.2014
She’s not sleeping anymore,
Flashing lights and mobiles snore,
Codes, apps, likes, re-tweet,
Voice, check, text repeat…
Watching reels inside my head,
No movement inside my brain,
The anxiety of the outside faces,
Help me touch something real again!
Colours touch me in fear of being alone,
Gadgets make me feel at home,
Scared of silence and being still,
Instead of eating… take a pill!
Distracting eyes, tabs and decisions,
Smiling at cameras for no reason,
No sleep from noise and film,
Headaches to blur the feelings we had.
Roadsides and racing cars,
Crowded pavements ache my feet,
Inhalation, smoke and fries,
Speed, shout, rush, repeat!© ACS
Woke to storms and lightning flashes,
Darkened skies and thunder crashes,
Now the sun shines I forget…
How angry she was.
Now she’s the sunshine girl,
She hides behind her eyes,
No more screaming, calling names!
She’s the life and soul. The girl of fun…
He’s the one, who picks the pieces,
Irons out the tiny creases,
Sweeping up from the storm…
Clouds, anger and restlessness © ACS
She had the cool morning sun on her hair,
Dew from the rain the night before,
The reflecting light of a rainbow,
Glancing over her shadow.© ACS