I Feel The Sky
I am creating a verse from beyond my cage
Here, surrounded by the essence of a new age
Spring blossom floating on a sea of loose pages
Soaring on the wings of yesterday’s paper darts
I was finding words in unusual places
On dirty microwave plates
Under shaggy-pile carpets
Between last night’s lonely sheets
And walking down empty streets
Inside the Box Office Cafe, I sit
Observing the world below my feet
An old wooden floor of weathered planks
And table bases made from engine cranks
On the open verandah I can feel the sky
And I write on the blank skyline
About today’s invisible freedom, before my ink runs dry
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Photo by Ivor Steven
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Thank you to Coffee House Writers for publishing my poem ..
Ivor, love the images you create.
Thank you Punam .. probably unusual images, but the situation these days is very unusual 😎🌏💕
I enjoyed your poem Ivor. The seeking of words, the seeking of meaning in new places. Really lovely 🙂
Thank you Jo .. yes words being found in peculiar places, to express our peculiar emotions about our peculiar pandemic 🌏😊😎😊
Beautiful!
Thank you Debbie 😊🌏💕