Written by James Christopher Sheppard
Established ’84
scarred into skin.
Southern pride
of the poorest people,
hidden under floorboards
of Surrey’s suburbia
scratched
into every fibre and every tell
of my eye.
No flick of light glistens
or reflects the same way,
for every observer
stands differently.
The height, t h e d i s t a n c e ,
the speed of the racing heart,
the size of the engorged erection,
the price paid for
company and irreplaceable time.
All are relative and change perception
of what
The inescapable identity can be masked
but never denied
with clear conscience.
Now here and everywhere
I try to absorb
every image and breeze before me
but neither make their dent.
To be free
of this body and to be carried through the air,
as dust, by a breeze
is both destiny and a dream.
Free from aches and pains and a sore back,
free from discomfort and suffering.
To just be Free from your perception and judgment
brilliant,
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You have such a clever style admittedly I lose my place easily but I can see the vision behind it and its very illustrative. Wonderful imagery and atmosphere you've created. Powerful
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a visual delight as much as a read one...prejudice, preconception, judgement...it follows us and i dont know that we will ever shake it unfortunately...
ReplyDeleteSmiles. Amazing poem, both visually and literally—in particular the dynamic typographical elements that enhance meanings. A very creative composition.
ReplyDeleteVery creative and nicely written. And no matter how much ones tries, always haunted but such issues, as some refuse to wake up.
ReplyDeleteAwesome in content and layout, an excellent use of the typography itself as a visual poetic element. How does one gather and keep a thought as their own amidst the mindless ADD chatter of life?
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