This week's Poetry Bus driver is Chiccoreal with a prompt to write about the first thing that pops into the head on waking up - so here it is;
Again
Light bleeds along the edge of drawn blinds
Monday and the working week is drizzling to focus
beyond the window raindrops spatter sycamores
like silent neighbours popping corn
Summer shrinks away, this week our second child
is starting secondary school
soon the morning schedule won't accommodate
five minute blinks at sullen numerals
I close my eyes again - a temporary flatline - listen
to the rain shower slide away, down over Sallynoggin to the sea
rinsing early morning swimmers towelling down at Sandycove
freshwater back to salt - an opposite of tears.
© P Nolan 2010
(edited 24.8.10)
Poem on the 2-1 Loss to the USA by the Canadian Men's Hockey Team In The
Gold Medal Game at the 2026 Winter Olympics
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*On The Game*
For a moment, while they played,
my father was alive again,
roaring at the TV -
come on! come on! -
and then, that overtime brutality -
a mil...
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