04-27-2013, 12:49 PM
It was my purest intention to write a poem describing the view from my window.
Before sitting down in the seat with expansive vistas
Capable of producing "intimations of immortality."
I decide...
Kitchen bound
kettle bound
coffee cup of
complications
cups
cupboard...
Then I can distinctly remember.
I.
Myself.
Trapped in the spare room.
Self imposed imprisonment.
Self inflicted punishment.
Unable to resist the moment,
And the chance to organise the disorganised.
The tidying tangles done.
Boxes packed, racked, stacked.
A state of deluded happiness
Based on newly created order
Pervaded my mind.
Back through to the kitchen.
Obliviously content in delusion.
Half made cup of coffee..
Two notepads and a pen...
A poem about a view unwritten.
But here in it's place, a different poem.
Tumbling out of the turmoil,
Transcending the traumatic trivialities.
Redemption.
And after all...
I have still unwittingly managed to write a poem
About the view from my window,
As was my original intention.
Before sitting down in the seat with expansive vistas
Capable of producing "intimations of immortality."
I decide...
Kitchen bound
kettle bound
coffee cup of
complications
cups
cupboard...
Then I can distinctly remember.
I.
Myself.
Trapped in the spare room.
Self imposed imprisonment.
Self inflicted punishment.
Unable to resist the moment,
And the chance to organise the disorganised.
The tidying tangles done.
Boxes packed, racked, stacked.
A state of deluded happiness
Based on newly created order
Pervaded my mind.
Back through to the kitchen.
Obliviously content in delusion.
Half made cup of coffee..
Two notepads and a pen...
A poem about a view unwritten.
But here in it's place, a different poem.
Tumbling out of the turmoil,
Transcending the traumatic trivialities.
Redemption.
And after all...
I have still unwittingly managed to write a poem
About the view from my window,
As was my original intention.
wae aye man ye radgie
