Poetic Enlightenment
Hi all Its been a long break, which I have spent mainly running through mud and writing poetry. For more on the former I will soon post my new book entitled The Road Runner, but in the meantime here's some verse, recognised as 'very good' in my Creative Writing course. Paths to Enlightenment The Bus Stop Beneath the tors and moors of England I sit and wait for the bus to come. A stoic worship in a pagan shrine Amongst mags, rags and stench of humankind. Rains fall, plants sprout and stone becomes moss. My thoughts meander to a timeless flow. Then one day I hear a mechanic roar And a garrulous cascade thunder off the tor. A torrent of screams urging me aboard: 'Get on, we're late! Come on, open the door!' I withdraw inside the empty shelter To shield my soul in its dark embrace The Sign A rusting pendulum rocks on the breeze Creaking and squeaking like old man's knees. 'The centre of the financial world,' it screams Over a desert of discarded dreams.