Saturday, 9 February 2019

And this alone

And this alone

Lighthouse keeper. 
When I was a child I wanted to be a lighthouse keeper. 

A Shepherd. 
When I was a child I wanted to be a shepherd. 

Now I am a poet. 
A light flashing across the sea of words;
ghosting the bloomers of the moon clouds;
thrashing the rocky coast of understanding. 

Aloud now! I want to be! 
I will be! I damn well will be!!
But I was not. 

Turn out the light, 

please?


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