If life is what happens to our plans, then dance is what happens to our steps.
ideas sometimes when you wait they come to you.

Preparation for starting with BAPP

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Poem 2 (!)


Rush

I’m like a bullet
Piercing the street
Parting the crowd
Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.

My mantra :“Start the day ten minutes late
And that lost time shadows you”

Heavy bag.
I don’t feel I am in my head
In my body, in this place.

I make promises with God
To get there on time.

Then the sun jingles an Autumn leaf
And cuts my eye with hope.

2 comments:

  1. 'Heavy bag.I don’t feel I am in my head In my body, in this place.'

    I felt like that today on my way back from VictorIA and i think i spend to much energy-'Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.'Instead of perhaps breathing, observing others REFLECTING during my travels.

    You've inspired me to have a go at writing poems at the end of the day, as it a nice creative way of reflecting and ofcorse keeping some sort of journal. It could also help me with my songwriting. Thankyou.

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  2. Great idea about the song writing. I have had a couple of my poems made into songs in the past. It was so much fun
    Adesola

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