The 18:45

What have we confused with permanence because it repeats?

This is a piece I wrote in response to a question prompted by the enchantingly talented, supremely humble, and exquisite Words in Bloom Stories and Poems

The question set last week was. What have we confused with permanence because it repeats? We are invited to let the question sit with us, permeate through us. To resonate and to seep into us. The beauty of these prompts lay with the wonderfully different viewpoints and interpretations others have of the same question.

Below is my take in poetry form on the question. What have we confused with permanence because it repeats?

Another circuit around a fireball we call the sun..

Another clout around the back of your head by this thing called life.. Every day..

Just for the fun...

Of it..

The constant hum and drum of it..

The turn the light switch on..

Ignore the miracle of the dark to the light of it.

Song birds break every silence of each inky black night of it.

Melancholy versions replayed as dusk fades the light from the day of it.

A rise of a nation

A fall of an empire

Breathing is easier

I find it makes less of a mess.

I’ll just leave that there..

Thought I’d get that off my chest..

And..

Apparently the revolution is coming

Yet people are humming all different types of tunes..

It’s too cloudy tonight..

I’ll skip barking at the moon..

Inconsistency of resiliency leads to little resistance over repeated lethargy.

A wise man never said..

Think I’ll put that on a t-shirt

Then I’ll wear it to bed.

Lucky enough to have a bed..

A room.. a house a home..

Only one pay check away from disaster they say

Be happy though.. I mean look what happened to Rome..

There ain’t nothing permanent about this life

Ain’t none of us getting out alive..

Arriving now on platform two

Only slightly late..

Is the 18.45.

theflatcaprhymer aka Dom G