Travelling monkeys and circus shows.
They have nothing on the spectacle
where our love grows
with spine-tingling hope.
we wait for the façade to fade
to a duller, less faceted
version of the truth, where love is
expressed in the mundane.
To days of urbanities and chores,
the trudging steps of the everyday
to which the brave succumb.
Sentiment filed away
for special occasions
and passion a lukewarm memory.
That is not us, in this tangle
of sweat and earthiness, grounded
and in flight, simultaneously,
an intricate performance too real,
desperately clinging,
whilst inwardly fleeing
to the safety of the mundane.
3 comments:
there seems to be no single ownership of the "mundane". good to see you are out and about again
Wow, wow, wow - this is amazing. I have nothing to say as I am in awe. They sound like really good lyrics (not RW ones) and bring such emotions to me of reality and sadness. I agree with glnroz - you should be doing this more!! Please, please, please, can this go on CP - it really is good enough.
Ps your poetry always reads aloud so well - the emotions come so alive to the spoken word. A sign of good poetry.
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