A Special #Verseday for National Poetry Day!

So this is a special Verseday edition, taken outside of my living room! I’m at the Southbank Centre for National Poetry Day – enjoying great performances and readings. It’s a dream of mine to perform there one day, so fingers crossed that I’ll get to do it in my lifetime!

Here’s my poem for the topic this year on Light: appropriately named Lightstreams. For this year, I’ve given you two options: this reading and my performance with my keyboard arrangement on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/suziegeeforcepoetry/lightstreams

Hope you enjoy it!

Suzie x

Lightstreams

Light was a gift we often dismissed,

Took for granted,

Haunted by the Earth’s arm’s length kiss from the sun

Marking out the days and months to come

Fears that we had grown so many years

Young.

Our eyes moulded to the curves of their desires

Siring our thoughts and guises

We gazed in artificial streams in the palm trees of our hands,

Painted them over lands tinged with our

Insubstantial dreams,

Our mise en scenes, behind the scenes, made up of bandwith scans

Their means to patch up our paths, our pasts of being.

Or so we thought.

Because our thoughts and ideas stretch beyond light years

Our camera obscura, personal shutters splutter out of their control, splatter matter that our media tried to pry open, alter our apertures

Trying to capture this elusive creature of pulses of waves, particles on a rainy day

That would shift and scatter for the eyelids that would catch her

Communications for the collective

Storing memories that dilate and contract to the births of our feelings,

Perspective relative to the observer, our heart’s murmurs for healing

Laughter in the kitchen with loved ones,

Glimpses into the cracks of our veneers like the sun parting clouds

That at once we could shed this shroud, allowed to give a part of ourselves to others,

Uncovering

A pinboard playing pinball with our neurons stowed away

That no cloud could permeate or hold sway.

Light was a gift we often dismissed,

Took for granted,

Haunted by the Earth’s arm’s length kiss from the sun

Marking out the days and months to come

For fears that we had grown so many years young.

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