hours have misaligned
after bloodhounding
nosing all the right signs
flushing ideas
into open land
there’s a chance i could make it
if i slosh through the rivered streets
arrive lathered and panting
for perhaps a scratching of minutes
but sideways deluge and clocks from two worlds
are collaborating to tell tales
poised on this ridge i know too well
the resting quarry poised below to sprint
and in that launching second
I drop the scent, let the hare flee to the hedge
I’m dogtired, today
of the hunt, of wet feet, of London rain
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
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Great second part… I loved the imagery of the rain here…
Very evocative, Cheers, Ali,
Aquileana 🙂
Thank you 🙂 Plenty of rain to write about while I was visiting!! Un maggio tipico di Londra!
I hadn’t even read this one when I spoke of the rainy afternoon in Hyde park. Microsoft blocked my account again for about 8 days, so I have a whole block of your beautiful poetry in one go.
Sounds like you need a Mac, Ang 😉
grazie mille xx