Tag: poem

Virtual Reality

Crack the mirror. You and I were only ever
Us. Gaze instead into my eyes and I will
Look in yours. In time we’ll find a way
To share obscured dreams of days to come
Upon a common stage where clever avatars
Rehearse unscripted scenes post-quarantine –
Enactments of apotheosis, yours and mine!


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stimulus: CULTURE from https://randomwordgenerator.com

Universal Cure

While writing my previous post, I hit this link to https://randomwordgenerator.com just to check that it worked and noticed – nowt wrong with my eyesight, see? – a fresh word on display.

Try it. Never the same word twice. This time it was miracle, a gift horse I couldn’t look in the mouth even though I’d only just dismounted the last one.

My mum, wedded to wise saws and sayings, used to say I could never leave well enough alone and – guess what? – she was right. Mums often are. And unlike my dad she had no time for ‘enlightened self-interest’, regarding it as a respectable mask for greed and selfishness, so this one is for her:

My prayer falls on deafened ears 
if hardened hearts are everywhere 
refusing shelter from the storm 
and finding new ways not to care -
charity may start at home - 
leave it there to die alone -
export it and the world's your own.


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Own goal!

My latest visit to https://randomwordgenerator.com netted bin. So thinking about what one could put into a bin, or rather, into an acrostic poem based on the word … yes, wouldn’t it be great to dump the virus but – failing that miracle – maybe dream instead of binning politicians who took their eyes off the ball?


Britannia waives the rules, reacts too late.
Invisible, her foe sneaks through the gate.
Now every plan has passed its use-by date.


That’s not bad, I suppose, but nobody ever described the feeling of ‘if only’ better than the poet Philip Larkin so I’ll leave the last word to him:


As Bad As A Mile

Watching the shied core
Striking the basket, skidding across the floor,
Shows less and less of luck, and more and more

Of failure spreading back up the arm
Earlier and earlier, the unraised hand calm,
The apple unbitten in the palm.


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