Alike [poem]
like a leaf
half-driven by the wind
half by my own propulsion
I am blown
by strategies unknown
toward the goal
like a dream
from which I woke to find
I’d been some other person
in a haze
an uncompleted phrase
without a verb
like a straw
I’m bending in the wind
though sometimes lean the wrong way
show my arse
defaming bedroom farce
for hostile minds
like a stone
I sink down to the bed
of careless sea in waters
made from tears
wherein no dream adheres
to the heavens
like a fish
under a rock I hide
from predators and hindrance
woe betide
such anglers as won’t cry
or paddle there
like a heart
I pump a steady beat
waiting for the surge to come
magnetised
and every cell alive
with semen’s flame
like a wind
of smokey rushing grey
etheric mist and wispness
which I am
I gently leeward lean
and bow to love
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© Alan Morrison, 2013
The Naked Troubadour 