We lie
within an open space
and this space
cries out for space
Space beyond
our curled backs
and our heads
sunk deep
within pillows
Sinking to forget
that sinking feeling
when
sunk within the duvet
we
within our own holes
neglect
to make us
whole
Welcome to the Field Trip
The Red Bus departs...
About Me
- Dean Akrill
- Hello, I'm Dean- amongst other things I'm a part time Poet, a neglectful novelist and an increasingly liberal minded Christian, as well a devoted husband and long suffering step father! I guess I see life as a sort of field trip during which we gain a little understanding our world, of one another, and perhaps even a glimpse of the Divine. Through my poems and general witterings I aim to explore the poetry of everyday life; the light and shade of human being. And if that seems a bit of a tall order, I'll just write about the joy of Guinness and Lamb Bhuna!
1 comment:
a lovely poem..."sunk deep within pillows"...very nice indeed.
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