Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Beside her past is more
Out in the country
Distant houses
Cared for families
Shared with cost cut
Health authorities
Carers wear their hearts
Upon their sleeves
Or hide under stairways
& stare beyond
The endless sleep
Without maps or categories
They fall beside the wayside
Blindside to the right side
The right wrong
Way to carry on
From here to eternity
The pills & the potions
The calamine lotion
& intravenous injections
Introspection a line too far
She came by car
And tomorrow no fear
She will be here, unclear
For tomorrow
She will be here again
Wait for further information
In case of changed direction
The connection to the ministry
Only just got through
Rate your chances
At best subliminal
To become the
Criminal justice advisor
Besides her past is more
Reflection on the collection
Of the care she's shown
On the collection
Of the care she's known
A Poem from the collection
In such a shabby, crabby way
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