Somehow I missed the build up – and the launch to this months National Poetry Writing month – time to join the hype!
I have read some wonderful poetry tonight and been inspired by all the past prompts but decided to start today with prompt 10.
It called to me and reminded me of a song my daddy used to sing long ago. And then my brother.
The idea of simultaneous events has always fascinated me and I often match past actions with a new friend or lover to see where we both may have been at the same time, say , 10 years ago and have often discovered we were in the same place or passing by yet never met till now. Or equally find that we could never have met as our lives were on very different parallels at that point. Veering toward the inevitablility – or chance? – coincidence? – of meeting one day.
Enough to-do! Its 330a.m in the Uk .
Here is my poem.
As I lay wakeful, twisting in my insomnia, my insomnambulistic unbliss,
You lay sleeping, curled, as ever, in your embryonic stance.
As this island lays peaceful, lapped by familiar waters, its coastlines quiet yet bathed in Spring moonlit rains
Your mainland is crashed, smashed, with the continual onslaught of doubt.
We are but two worlds in between, a non-collision of existences, never the twain shall meet.
Passing passengers in the jaded journey, eyelids flicker and glance away
Meeting Souls on deserted pavements, footsteps falter then run away
We head home with our bubbles, we see all yet encounter none
Are we aware this is our trouble, our loss, our lack of home.
As I fall weary, into sleepless dreams
You rise quickly, life ripped at the seams.
As this world keeps turning, this nation of extremes
A global manifestation, nothing ever as it seems.
Lives passing lives. Dreams outstripping Dreams. Fate tempting Fate.
What will be, will be.