Communal Poem 1

Communal poem

(10-07-23)

 

Maybe that

was the last time

I couldn't stop looking

at those green eyes

The look of sheer surprise

So, I rise

and hope I will not be denied.

 

When will we be

Reunited

When will our passion be

Reignited

Dust to dust

Until our love

Enters the atmospheric

Sanctuary

Mind shakes a

Noise alive

And there

Deafeningly silent

My head hurts

Liver aches, according to experts

It stays this way.

 

If I was thunder

I'd pray white noise.

I'd shudder,

Until you were under cover

Recover my lover.

I'm not the thunder,

I'm not Zeus, throwing thunderbolts at you

I don't bask in divinity.

I'm just me.

But maybe

I am enough to be your lover

But I'm still wet

And yet, as the rain falls

My life thunders on

And on

And on

Om shanti.

 

 

 Written by the audience 

at Get Mouthy 10th July 2023

Thank you to all 

that contributed a line, 

and helped to create 

this piece of art.