The Periphery Looking In
Thoughts dissipate, sun-drenched,
and grass grows with a stretching whisper,
echoed the voices of child play
in the quiet space of a park.
Rumble the distant traffic,
machines turning life as time abides
the sentient minds in maintenance,
as movement aches for purpose.
I sit, stagnant,
the sun too warm to dismiss,
and wonder whether I exist at all,
so ignored, another plank on the park bench.
People in noise profusions pass,
like blurs of movement,
and invisible I watch their paths,
their secret lives, unfold.
Light dances through the canopy,
the amassed leaves of a giant fig,
and those shards like confetti upon the grass,
as in shadows squirrels play, birds perch on bow.
I feel my heart beat, slow and steady,
as if biding time,
and I wonder what it would take to end this dream,
if connection fell to vapour.
The sky infers eternity,
a depth of sight, an ongoing plight,
yet often I lose the place,
turn a page to fine no words at all.
In my burrow, words are king,
they are everything,
and beauty forever reigns,
for even if I don’t exist at all, the words I pen find flight.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Yet you are the artist who takes and arranges the words beautifully to sit in the best order and paint the perfect image. Great work Tony.
Much appreciated Phyllis, too kind.
A poet minces words, we often are disturbed by our souls conflicts. Within us lies confusion, it reigns and cries out loud at times, causing a Disturbia of a kind that only we can claim. We scream within, we walk among the beauty in this world, yet we see so much misery and conflict. They attach themselves to us and our discourse often with our Muse is but an angry display of emotions. I too will sit on that bench of timelessness and be a watcher. It’s a lonely bench, yet my soul is comforted, knowing that what I see before me is but a world gone mad and I am part of it. So among the tormented life around us, we are all players on this crazy earth. We all want to be Happy, we strive for it, yet misery is often our bedfellow. Your Periphery is evident of a true poet and I am pleased that you are looking in my friend.
Much appreciated Vincent, yes the answers all lay within and there is much to process. Hope you’re well my friend and thank you for your kind words. Take care.