Fireworks
Closed eyelids
Sunlight shining in
A half - opened curtain.
Uncertainty
Confronts the day.
Out through the window
People walking
In suits, sunglasses,
Matching scarves.
People I will never meet.
Events that will never happen.
The afternoon intrudes
Brutal, reliable.
Because you cannot hide from time.
At night there is explosion.
A trip - wire of the mind
Is crossed and set off.
The subliminal thoughts
You thought you forgot
Now become illuminated
In a complex fireworks show.
You close your eyes
And the back of your lids light up
You put your head down
And there is a heartbeat in the pillow.
Time crawls limbless towards dawn
Slow but resistant
In enhances the blaze
Of fireworks and thoughts.
Then morning returns
Covering the scene in grey.
Reset the mines,
Rewire the chord.
The subconscious barrier
Relocated in the brain.
Twenty or so hours remaining
Until a wandering thought
Gets caught in the trap
And the fireworks can begin.
Chris Dawson
Tue 30th Mar 2010 13:08
I agree that the shift in viewpoint character jarrs slightly, and I found myself getting a bit caught on the thought: Can something crawl if it's limbless? But nevertheless - I always enjoy your writing, even if I don't always comment.
Cx