Midges in my head
Where do they come from..
Some dark, dank place
Swirling and swarming
Biting and charging
All these midges
Pervading me
Invading me
Everywhere
I am midges
Everything translates
To midges
Take these midges
Make them your own
Frame them
Re-frame them
Do they form
Coherently..
Transparently
Midges of life
Lived
Recorded
Edited
Loved
Regretted
Regenerative
Midges remain
Pulling all the strands
Strings of life
Into a web
A dark cob
Where all the midges
Struggle
Pulling fragments of themselves
Apart
Only to remain
Suspended
Diachronically suspended
Full colour
Ann Foxglove
Fri 12th Feb 2010 14:01
I think this poem is unusual and good! Makes me feel tickly inside though! Like the thought of having earwigs in your ears!