Plateau by coastmoor published on 2013-03-04T12:03:51Z Plateau Time to wait Time, with a purpose Old wounds to open Old sores to pick upon Through arches of trees Shadows & dappled sunlight Out and up onto the crest Still some way to the bridge First the mouth is dry Skin flickers, unsettled Stream of consciousness Observe the sheep Chest begins to tighten Involuntary movements Storm before calm Observe the sky I doubt a day for tears Yet conscious of welling As sure as those pastels Scraped on paper canvas It will or will not help Also without a difference How the felt is felt Or hung aloft, supended Motionless now, fraught Stasis of insecurity Words trapped, unable Instability as iron forged No time to explain Take longer on purpose Defences to mount Strategies to determine Mind games Only in my mind Outcomes All but intrinsic No need to wait Leave; with a purpose Wounds are gone Sores, picked to naught Genre Spoken Word
