I hadn't seen a smile like that before, Not round these parts, It felt like something familiar. What's worse was I never saw it again. I never felt it again. Not in that way at least. It didn't bother me though, At least I knew that feeling was out there somewhere on this earth. Like how you can see the moon, but will never experience it up close. Appreciating how it makes the dark slightly less scary but will never get a chance to truly say thank you. That was her smile, A memory I would reflect on whilst walking the streets, whilst in the shower, whilst carrying out the mundane tasks of life. That's when I remembered. That's why I'm glad, I saw her smile. Even if it was just that one time.
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June Poetry: The Fearful City
The City seems to drag me down, it’s grey and big, and leaves me with a frown. I try and smile, for those around, but that just drives me, towards a sound, a noise that I can seem to hear, a noise to make me disappear, into a background where the rest dare follow, because no one likes to be swallowed. They walk in Suits and all, hoping they too don’t fall, for the City is not too kind to those, who are so rude and turn up their nose, they are so brash and some even daunting, unlike the shade of red who seems to be flaunting, her God-given right to look cool and suave, She sticks to her own lane, And paves her path, for the City cannot reach certain ones, who know their own worth, who stick to their own guns, so keep your head up and look onwards, as the city can see those who look downwards, you’ve been here a while, you do belong, the city is listening, so sing out your song.
April Poetry: That forgetful Memory
A water droplet so shallow, but deep like a ravine, echoes dance across a shore like the future daughter you never had. Promises of a smile as you look down at that curious and gentle creature you built, gone. In an instant. These few words had ripped across time her heart divided by a few moments of movement on your lips. A dance that normally had her awaiting your every word but only causes hurt now. A dance no longer wanted. A dance no longer cared for. A dance no longer needed. A trio all full of hugs felt by each other. A strong circle of those you will devote the rest of your time to. These three would hold hands and return home to the feeling of love. A happy home that although square, felt like a bubble. Something encapsulating and protective but ever so vulnerable. All it’d take is for something sharp for it to pop. Some sharp words perhaps? I know I’d rather not be the one to find out. Keep that thought, that memory burnt in the back of your mind So every time you think of forgetting, simply peer into the ashes in the back of your head.
Forward
Running forward
forever getting faster
people, memories
fading behind you
blurs of the past.
An old version of yourself
Looks on as you get smaller
and smaller.
Until you’re almost unrecognisable.
But that’s his view.
A sharp picture in the distance
getting clearer as you take each step.
The ground below
sometimes uneven
yet your feet stay strong
assuring yourself as you plant
a part of you into a new part of the world.
It seemed so big at first
not daunting
just large.
the world gets smaller as you grow
each corner becomes more reachable
a feeling once abstract
now tangible.
Keep moving
Leaving the troubles of that unforgiving world
Behind.
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