04-17-2013, 04:56 PM
I plan at some stage to turn this into a Luc bat. Short on time today so just the bare bones of the syllable count and the flow of thoughts for now.
The day Diana died.
Silence in the country
is marked by abusive language
from birds at four a.m.
Accidently left on Play,
I still hear the background
hum of fog horns, cars and voices;
some other shadow life.
Overhead the sky is now dumb.
No turbined buzz of high
octane activity. Instead,
this is replaced with cows
lowing and distant harrow chains.
A brief climb through a boxed
valley to the window confirms,
no other souls in view.
Not missing my normal station sounds,
I relish my new start.
At four pm we find the box
-- turn on the world again.
The day Diana died.
Silence in the country
is marked by abusive language
from birds at four a.m.
Accidently left on Play,
I still hear the background
hum of fog horns, cars and voices;
some other shadow life.
Overhead the sky is now dumb.
No turbined buzz of high
octane activity. Instead,
this is replaced with cows
lowing and distant harrow chains.
A brief climb through a boxed
valley to the window confirms,
no other souls in view.
Not missing my normal station sounds,
I relish my new start.
At four pm we find the box
-- turn on the world again.