Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
Hailing
by
Milton Keynes, UK
As my lips are prised open
The sugary dew embraces my tastebuds
The viscous, yet, delectable taste of a
minor victory
Worth nothing to many but can be the
lever
Of the bravest man to eclipse the enemy
A more salient day is yet to arrive for
me
Possibly like a bus, it will arrive when
I’m still in bed
In bed imagining how the day could
possibly get better
Or worse depending on the outlook I allow
myself
To perceive, and to make happen in time
Leaves are covering the sunlight and
absorb
The heat from the sky beats down and
burns me
I wear as little as society allows
without ill intent
A brash harmony of spots flicker through
my vision
But
yet I am not scared to stare into the blinding radiation
Added: 16.04.2010
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