STUCK-NESS AND MOVEMENT

I feel
…stuck.
Without a need to change:
Something lies hanging, listless, in the air.
….I grasp.
Desiring to bring ‘it’ into existence,
But the way closes, silently, no sign to show the way.
…flat.
We pick our selves up with hope,
Jumping gaily into a saviours, giddy, dance.
…a..l..o.n.g I go.
Easily I feel the movement that comes.
Drawn along, the restlessness goes. The ideas stay.
… ‘it’s’ stopped.
Lazily accepting that peace given
The dream returns, I sleep the day away.
…alive again,
Fitfully, renewed in the margin moments
Where the freshness brings me back.

I feel…
…deluded.
What is that promise ‘the future is ours to shape.’
Give up the foolish dream and talk.
…Live…
…in every way …
…so that…
…simple moments…
…touch you
Let the big ideas stay with those who sleep.
Let the rest of us renew ourselves each day
In the simple things that touch the truth.
…’its’ there.
Between us in the words we speak
It hurts. Don’t escape. Live.
…Community…
…..of words….
…..that rush….
…..in the silence….
….stay a while…
… and help…
Us to see what we really are.
Together at last, united in the simplest way.

Who am I to hold these thoughts.
O simple and demented fool, speak up.

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David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. STUCK-NESS AND MOVEMENT. Page Number 41.

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