In corners of your consciousness,
The creases in your brain
Thoughts lie hidden
Come unbidden
At first a tiny trickle
But the trickle won’t abate
And soon they form a torrent
But by then it’s far too late..
Immobile at Iguazu
A horse behind a cart
Appearing for a second
Brusquely smashed apart
As seeming rocks of water
Plunge seemlessly down
Unhinged, unmoored, untethered
The cartwheels pound
Flash-cards falling
One by one
Lover, husband, soulmate
Intertwined
Punting Cherwell picnics
Thoughts sunshined
Daughters cherished
Son so ripped
Untimely rainbows
Sepia tipped
I need to comment
To explain
Concepts crouch within my brain
Angel/devil/blessing/curse
Which one, pick one
You go first
Machines roaring
Sounds have fled
Pixellating
Through my head
Engine’s faulty
Hear it stall
The waters wait
The Angel Falls
That torrent of thoughts, the cascading waterfall, and the roaring machines juxtapositioned against Cherwell punting. There's so much to this poem
I really enjoyed listening to this at the Open Mic.I particularly like verse two and the image of flashcards falling down.
'Punting Cherwell picnics' takes me towards Grantchester !