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Poetry, poetry

No. 3285 (re-edited) 

Grapnel. By CpSingleton © 2017

I feel it pulling me in place,

Like a grapnel to a hot air balloon.

It keeps me pinned to this realm of 

Banality;

This ideal that success is measured 

By the depth of your wallet;

The mythology which states that

A sharp suit instils trust.

Hail Hitler to that one.

I shudder at such concepts;

Feeling movement.

I look down to see that 

The shovel of my grapnel is being exposed.

The lift of my balloon is sensing it’s freedom.

With each former fragile belief being 

Smashed,

Like a inert boiled egg by a spoon of 

Spiritual realism.

I feel the connection to this construct 

Shattering into tinier pieces that, 

If reassembled, 

Wouldn’t even register with

Dear Friedrich Mohs.

Fear then strikes my temples. 

What if I float off and find nothing

More than what I’ve left?

What if the doorway I seek is  

But a mirror to this fake frivolity?

I look up and out, 

Desperately searching

For a reality to reflect my 

Discontent.

There’s only a door.

Yet, not only a door.

The psychedelic kaleidoscope of 

Geometric joy,

Painted across its front face,

Swirls and dances; 

Protrudes and transcends.

If this isn’t my door, then

The devil is a decorating guru.

The grapnel, my last anchor,

Gives way. I shoot;

Not float,

Towards the door, 

With a shriek.

Who knew realisation could be

So fuelled with fire?

Though,

I am on my own in flight

As I was in birth, my life,

My night.

I’m used to it,

Therefore aren’t disappointed.

The door ahead doesn’t open, 

Yet I pass through 

Into worlds that sing of

My conception and death and 

All that staggered in between.

Cities of coital transcendence 

Fall and rise

With gentle moans.

Trees with golden branches and

Leaves of fond faces 

I once loved flutter in 

A sweet breeze.

A voice asks,

“Did you live your life before you died? Was its narrative

Strong enough to fill a volume?”

“How can I tell?” I ask, as I land with

Gentle ease by a twittering, 

Silver river.

“Did you give all?” The voice enquires and 

Strides out of the diamond water:

A majestic, mosaic salmon.

“No,” I reply. 

No need to flower my answer:

The prosaic has its place in an honest well.

“Then fly back, little robin,

You must clear the floor,

Before painting the ceiling.”

And that is what I’m doing.

Brush in hand.

It’s a big floor and

There’s shit everywhere.

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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