Friday 23 September 2016

Poetry Friday 12

For audio click here


This was meant to be a two or three week thing. How did we get to number twelve.


Slow realisations
Sometimes the penny
doesn’t drop,
because you
don’t want to let it go.
You don’t want to know
what’s scaring you,
staring you
in the face.
So you hold that penny
tightly,
digging fingernails into
your palm until it hurts.
But you still keep hold
of that precious

penny.


Gridlock
Stuck in traffic.
Watching the cars
flow
on the other side
of the central
reservation,
while we
sit stock still.
Going backwards is
easy,
moving on 
looks
impossible. 

Silence
Walls being silenced
by wrecking balls.
Stories lay untold
in the rubble.
Picking through the debris
of lives deemed not worth
preserving.
The constant hum of lives
lived,
silenced
by the march of time.


Check out my new venture - the Topical Poet. All twelve poems here. 


For previous poetry Fridays click here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here 

3 comments:

  1. I like number 12, though it's a bit depressing for fri afternoon.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, maybe today's topical poem will cheer you up http://thetopicalpoet.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/youll-never-be-czechia-to-me.html

      Delete