It reminds you of life but was never alive
It has a mouth but does not eat,
It suggests wings but cannot fly
It can stand but has no feet
It has no feathers but feels like it should
It has eyes but does not see you
It has a tongue but can't make a sound
What is it? I've no idea hoo
I saw the worst minds of my generation improved by reading, well fed and warmly clothed,
marching themselves through the bright sunny streets at dusk looking for the bar where their friend is waiting,
every-shaped humans aching for the newest film of their favourite dynamic star to whir through the machinery of their local cinema,
who a social security net and well paid available employment opportunities has catapulted up the pyramid of needs, floating across the clouds of self improvement contemplating their favourite tune,
who adequate housing, readily accessible education, and the support and treatment to get back on their feet,
Who bared their brains to honest information under the humility of trust to expertise and saw specialised angels scratching their pens to the paper of papers,
who passed through being wrong and gaining learning and understanding so that next time they can with cool eyes accept the truth they see,
and who therefore ran through the streets of this poem and in its variable measure and non-rhyming plane,
found at last a full stop.
I haven't been on here for a while, but I'm dabbling unofficially with some of the NaPoWriMo prompts this year, and I needed somewhere to put them... so enjoy!
"What's the difference?" asked Ellie of Prue
"Between wallpaper and that of the loo?"
Prue chuckling so
said "I just don't know!"
"Ah ha!" Ellie cried. "It was you!"
#1 Times New Roman
Times New Roman is always sober
Serious, formal, polite
He considered a drink last October
But the bar didn't serve his type
