[rightly]

I wrote this about 30 years ago.
I can't relate much to it anymore. As ever feedback welcome. X.


Hunger Rapport



I can't help but feel a hunger rapport, an absence
ask for something not there, as usual I jump in
with grabbing hands into thin air
it's difficult to breathe, I can hardly sing

I can't help but feel, riding on a wheel, without spokes
unstepped ladders, falling with splinters
you a hunger rapport, wanting more n' more
me searching for the core and finding an empty cubicle

it's enough to ask for a wall that is not moving
to draw the curtain back to a view of my choosing
a door that opens fast, a floor beneath my feet
to know where I'm at and something to eat

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[Paulski]

Hi Rightly

Poetry in motion is this.
The moving/choosing rhyme is inspired.
"Cubicle" tripped me a moment because of its hard consonants, but I was striding smoothly again as the last verse flowed in.

You've had this talent for 30 years? Lucky you!
Paul

[rightly]

Hi Rightly

Poetry in motion is this.
The moving/choosing rhyme is inspired.
"Cubicle" tripped me a moment because of its hard consonants, but I was striding smoothly again as the last verse flowed in.

You've had this talent for 30 years? Lucky you!
Paul

I have to say that "cubicle" trip up thing was intentional.
It's about not finding what I want,.. it doesn't even fit.
It's all quite playful. I'm glad you like it.

[tomcrocus]

Hi Rightly,
               this is cool and clever,a great play on words,IMHO,stick a bridge
in there and carry it on to a finish,it sort of reads like the spoken word which
is not a bad thing,30 years ago!,yeah that's impressive,
                                                                                 Tom.