Sunday, 5 August 2012

The Conradictory - Prose for today

The Contradictory

How can I be!
So busy being Lazy.
Or get
Blisters from the freezing cold
Or be
So Cold I’m Hot.
Please explain
The momentum of being still
Or how there is
A something of nothing
I know slow is a speed but what is
The speed of slow motion
I just cant live without
The Love of Hate.
The need for loneliness.
We have all been there
Feeling alone in a crowd
And been cut by
The sharpness of words
The worst of all is
The dullness of pain
And we all know
The sorrow in laughter
I thrive on
The taste of victory
Or when it’s so black you see
The Lights in darkness
We all want to have the
Cheating of death
And we all have felt
The anguish of love
I have yet to get
The smell of success
And held in my hands
The weight of nothing
I have shed
The tears of joy
And the act of
The doing of nothing
I can’t work out
The stillness of a breeze
Or if there really are
The winds of change
I know how hard is
The hardness of soft
And I have designed
The intricately simple
I have also felt
The unease of ease
And known
The successful underachiever
I have never been warmed by
The radiantly happy
Or heard
The silent scream
Or the words in
A garbled breath
Ah! I have been
Flat out doing nothing
But rarely have I been
As happy as pie
Where did it come from
The time has come
And I hope I don’t cut myself with
A sharp intake of breath
And do I need a splint for
The snapping of a temper

Copy write Graeme Hawke 2012