Some time has passed since you heard from me, I did say I would be infrequent here. I have actually made some progress however with my poetry book. It's a work in progress and I believe it's going well so far!
Something about me many people don't know is that I'm political. I'm a democrat, with a modest understanding of the republicans. I don't talk about it much because it makes for awkward conversation. Short breaths, steam coming from the ears of my recipients. Trust me. Treacle.
Although I know this, I have dabbled in a few political poems over the past few years, centralising on the Irish rebellion and, well, general Irish politics. But in some instances, I have found myself squishing world political points into my stanzas, soaking in what the media feed me, venting through the letters.
I have some passionate opinions on American politics and even more on European. Between Brexit and Trump, I feel my head imploding slowly.
That is why my next poem is so forward. I have been bottling in what I do not dare say out loud (in the fear of the room around me filling with steam). I know I have little to care about, tucked safely in the arms of our cushy Irish government, but that doesn't mean I'm not effected by the world. It doesn't mean I am not afraid of what comes next.
If I could stand at the fore-point of the world, a queen, a ruler... a president, I would be less of a dilettante than those who currently stand. And I suppose I would have to thank them, for they showed me what I need to be.
The Utopian
I stand here today:
The mayor of this broken town;
The president you needed;
The one to lead us home.
Except today, you sit.
You do not feel joyous.
You do not believe.
You have fallen, clutching for dear life.
Tomorrow, I think, will be more.
Lustrous I am, at the thought:
Of my own words;
Of my own promises.
Give to you what I plan for me,
Giving back what I did not take.
Tomorrow, you will have more than today,
You will have more than you could ever dream.
Realism was never my strong point.
I stand here full of dreams.
I stand here with less than you need.
But I stand here.
Because yesterday was the worst of all.
Yesterday broke us.
Yesterday took a piece of us with it,
Took more than we can replace.
You sit quietly, teasing the words from my mouth.
It is you I stand here for.
Your soulless eyes waiting,
For me, for more.
18/03/2020
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