I get the feeling you are Always impatient to arrive As to why lips are burning shut My space dreams a guttering flame Burning the world After the rain
To learn its secrets, get its power Needs no spotlight, no orchestra The inklings of chaos are cleverly concealed But how do I explain The shriek and howl of party boys In a dark, secluded spot
Romans once bathed here Wiping blood from their beat brows Spa after sparring Solsbury Hill looks Down River Avon Valley Somerset steam rose Conscious hearts beating We ran through these stone warrens Love in ancient times Praying at the monastery A different sacking was done
Like Jack, I ran quickly from my dreams Eager to discover what it all means In the moment, exploring the themes Is anything at all what it seems? – Put it down on paper – To review this endless caper
I found a box and put time inside
Was it living or was it writing? It’s only myself that I’m fighting A jazz dance in the underlighting Each pair of eyes met, newly smitten Fresh fruit waiting to be bitten Another story begging to be written – Late nights spent on the town – Running home to get it down
I found a box and put time inside
And when I meet my future me I’ll open the box to look and see Words pressed, sentimental free Whether tragedy or victory – Presented here from me to you – A diary of everything I do
I found a box and put time inside
Submitted to No Theme Thursday and dVerse Meeting The Bar (bop poem) Inspired by the movie The Subterreans, based on the Jack Kerouac novel of the same name, where one of Jack’s girlfriends criticises him for always running off to go and write about the events of the night whilst he could have stayed and enjoyed more adventures. For some reason, this interaction always stuck with me. Either way, WordPress provides a box of time for our future selves.
Fast approaches the fire Flourish on the ferns Unholy smokes Tinder lit touchpaper Quickly burns Quietly chokes
The growing distant haze Across mountain tops In the line of fire Cross valley hops Night skies ablaze Ash rain falls Consumed, stops New ferns grown again
It’s an undisputed fact that we all consume and breathe lots of microplastics, and we have fone for our whole lives. The average person probably takes in 100,000 particles of microplastic annually.
Microplastics are suspected of being dangerous in just about every way you can imagine, damaging our internal organs, poisoning us with leached chemicals, breaking down our cell walls, and causing countless diseases. A vast body of research has been published investigating these concerns.
There’s still no evidence that any of these happen. More data is always needed. More study. More investigation. And when there is evidence of microplastic interaction with living tissue — which there is, certain plastics can and do have detectable biological effects, there’s so far never been any evidence that it’s harmful.
Will you go without? Though it makes no difference To save the planet
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