Other poetic ideas of the late evening.

Who are the characters in the city?
What are the streets like?
What buildings are there?
What noise?
What sights?
What sounds? Smells?
A whole city!
Me.

Why silence?

Silence

I get very lonely.

The silence surrounds me.

My gatekeeper…a huge monster…a jelly-like Michelin Man… huge, heavy…stops me.

“Stay where you are!” he commands. “Be quiet!”

He’s got me trapped. 

I get very lonely. 

Quiet.

“ You've always tried to run away!” he says

“to a girlfriend, teachers college, a School, a hot air balloon, inside the earth, on a canoe in the middle of nowhere, Europe on a train, Bhutan in a dungeon, somewhere else.”

I always come back to the gatekeeper. 

I get very lonely.

It is quiet at the gate.

I wonder what is inside the city

The city that belongs to me, my city.

The gatekeeper always stops me from seeing it.

 I get very lonely.

 He laughs as I go hunting for something, somewhere else… quietly. 

I get very lonely.

Wondering, I look back at the wall with the city behind.

What if there is chaos? A bit like my own life.

I might have no control. A bit like my own life.

I get very lonely.

A jelly of silence.

My own.

Todays collection of words

These words will turn into a poem soon.

Gate keeper. Sad. Heavy. Gut, full. Heart empty. Head overloaded, overworked , overwhelmed, over used.

The city behind the wall.

Chaos. Control. No control. dark and light.

constant sadness.

Lonely.