Photons

Written on 10 May 2013

Like this Spring breeze, my mind is busy: bicycles, traffic, the five miles I've just walked, the pretty girls I've just seen.

Writing once felt like feeding myself through a meat grinder. The maw must be fed and I must grind myself into meat.

Today, words are like photons.

They are innumerable energetic starlets shooting down from the sky and impacting on me and everything else, and all I have to do is let them.

Through teenage clouds, glowering and energetic, the sun stares my way. The scent of newly-cut grass gusts around me.

And now the sun's obscured, but I'm still sitting in light.

Reviews

[Shivam Murari]

This is such a great example of awesome imagery. Your poem can make even the most reluctant feel the situation which you imagined while writing this poem.
"spring breeze", "bicycle, traffic", "through teenage cloud,glowering and energetic, the sun stares my way".
The metaphor used is so nice. You are one great nature poem. Write on!

[Jonathan Dalton]

Thanks so much Shivam, this is a really encouraging review for me. I'm glad you enjoyed.