Hello all, I am now writing this on a big screen which is a great comfort to that of a mobile phone's tiny screen I was using. It's been a wonderful day in Oxford today, the sun has been shining and my university work was put on hold so I could indulge in some rays. I hope everyone that is trying out the National Poetry Month is getting some decent poems written, or if not, try going for a walk to clear your head, or a bike ride to get the creative thoughts flowing. I wasn't that productive today but a few poems cropped up, albeit very under developed!
Day Six
Tide Line
Our bodies move
like two pebbles
that roll up and down
a tide line,
rocking with motion,
grinding to sand,
and weaving
in and out
until one wave
pulls us far out
and in to sea
where we can
still for a second
and then settle.
Day Seven
Right Now
is the fine line
between
past and present,
dark and light,
floatation and gravity –
the exact second of
right now
will rapidly be
pushed
into the past,
where the future waits
to be swallowed
and yesterday
is inhaled
by tomorrow.
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