Clattering iron wheels direct my passage,
countryside I can see, but cannot touch.
Ears filled with Floydian guitar,
eyes drinking the view,
mind dancing
and alive
withrecent memories of wordplay,
laughter, fun and friends.
The scenes play, cinematic, in my mind.
As London recedes with the miles,
it's complex marriage of old and new
bustle through my thoughts.
Jostling streets,
and wonderful, eclectic, cultural blend.
Full on,
mad,
chaotic,
enticing,
dangerous,
yet inspiring.
And the green fields that whisper by
promise a renewal of love;
a reuniting.
After the chaos,
I long for peace.
The calm,
before the perfect storm of family life.
So, home
to the rolling green,
and cherished memories of youth.
And love.
And life.
To write on in the calm serenity of madness,
but with the future in mind.
Daydreaming my way home.
Pondering this dangerous, but irresistible, past-time.
Words,
thoughts,
and memories,
A complex marriage of old and new...
~
Funny what a trip to London can do to your marbles… fun though =] Had a great time at Nibfest with some great writers, and of course the lovely Natasha and her friend Kerry.
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The Tree of Dreams
PuisiRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
