Poetry

By

Paul Tristram

Magic…Again!

He stepped away from where they were

clucking like chickens.

They pointed fingers of condemnation at first

for insecurity always hates bravery.

It took a little while for the noise

to stop inside his frowning head.

Gossip, commercials, propaganda,

celebrity nonsense, click-baiting,

the ins and outs of other peoples business

he had absolutely no interest in.

He found a cave and named it Mercury,

built a fire to muse beside,

meditated and regressed

stripping back the unnecessary build up

layer by confusing, manic layer.

Until his soul started to fly again,

slowly and tentatively at first

but it wasn’t too long before it was soaring

right around his beating heart.

He listened to his own true voice

speaking alphabets of reason

and smiled as the living earth beneath him

reconnected and recharged his aching bones.

That’s The Bottom Line…Sunshine!

The weight of conscience

by character or by action

is two completely different things.

The first is constant like a fingerprint,

the second variable to such a yo-yo-ing degree

that you can change from light to dark

and vice versa in mere moments.

You are going to make mistakes, Fact!

Life is going to throw curveballs

at you mercilessly at times, Unavoidable!

It’s up to you what you do

with these unpleasant situations?

Humility is good (As long as it is Doctored

by yourself and no one pointing a finger!)

Thoughtful acceptance, hard knock learning,

self honesty, a wisdom and intelligence

not nailed down but living and breathing,

evolving and adapting outside of the box

is the cleverest-right foot forward-thing

That I can really think of.

Paul Tristram

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.

Buy his books: ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press), ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ and a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope.

You can also read his poems and stories here.