Poems; a Strategic Rationale
When fiction
defines you, but stories refuse to gel –
plots sit
leaden, deaf and numb;
characters drift
aimless, without goals;
sentences stumble,
half-formed and forlorn toward the trash.
When
interruptions rattle like machine guns from surrounding trenches
drawing your
gaze, tautening nerves;
muddying
thoughts, pummeling your muse.
When demands
come barking, bulletins whistling through the air
you dive
for cover, behind telephones and monitors
whiteboards
and income statements –
lest your senses
are left splattered on the wall.
Distractions,
distractions, provoking your reactions.
The enemy
is in the walls, the foundations.
Unclear orders
squawk through tinny speakers.
Victims lie
screaming at your feet!
Instead of raging,
hysterical and distraught.
Try moving
softly into shadows
Drawing
colours down,
allowing
words to lose themselves in play
mind-dancing
through minefields,
cavorting
through ordered ranks
their
trails of mischief fluttering like bright banners in the sky.
Poems to
commemorate the freeing of your soul.
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