As today is National Poetry Day, here is a little one of my own from the Sunday Latte Lamentations Archive, which I am hoping to include in a published volume someday *sigh*... Thoughts welcome!
Wembley skies Arch raised Ablaze with roars Of soul’s unfazed Empty poster boards Remind to mind the gap And stay on track Tell me to keep it down Not for country or crown But for peace. Not much found here Except the dripping drops Of inspiration as the Teams scores for the nation
Another stop passes One more unmasked station It’s not my stop But hearing my destination A promise of home Turns into expectation. So I mind the closing doors And release the emergency handle. Focusing on my candle Stick maker, I forget, The butcher and head on into Baker Street, to take my pick A fleet of franchise Each providing a new need.
Grabbing my companion in a cup The beer ad’s ‘wassup?’ Leaves no sting, A warm sofa seat, Whose heat I don’t feel. Just His warmth as the layers He peels back, reveals That little bit of His, That is already mine. Beyond this congestion zone Is something more glorious Not just ‘fine’. Beyond this groan Is a place called home. Not just where the heart is But where I know and am known..