Twisted Ruminations

The odd poem out. No. 13. I feel very divided about this one. And that is what it is about, division. And maybe chaos. I visit Florida frequently and whenever I am there, I realize that culturally and on many other realms, the US is such a different place from the UK or Europe for that matter. I am not comparing it in a hierarchical way I am just stating the obvious. This visit of mine in 2022 felt very heavy and chaotic. Divided and there was tension in the air. My sponge like being just soaked up everything that happened in the first 2-3 days and I ended up writing this. It is twisted, confusing and weird.

Be like water

Written in Key West, USA 2022

I’m just going to let 

Myself melt in this.

Past the transatlantic 

Highways of air,

My soul tried 

Reaching the pit.

Can we share our 

Seashells?

I don’t know.

Can we see

The tourmaline dream?

I’m not sure.

I feel like my name

Is safe coming from

Your mouth even

If I never heard it.

I feel like the addition 

Of light makes this

Pure even if I 

Feel divided.

There’s water 

In water 

That is in water 

On the Florida keys.

I think that’s 

confusing A bit.

Sensitive people 

Should love music

So much they

Would die for it.

But they forget  easily.

They manifest vividly,

And at the end 

The bang there it is.

The amber alert beeps.

I’m tired of this.

A child was stolen,

And I carried on baskin,

But it’s okay.

It’s okay

It’s okay 

It’s just another day 

It’s fine

It’s fine 

It’s just the US 

against the A

- A