Still pink tinted shapes
decorate this cold blue sky.
A white blanket covers the pavement, the street, the conifer, the dead tree / sleeping
no warfare is present here.
When the pregnant woman from no.10
slams the door and walks,
she almost slips on the ice &
off to work she slides.
The snowy hillside on the horizon
picturesque with brown steeple
of abandoned church sticking out,
the peace is breached
when two Chinese children,
the girl clutching fluffy
black and white Dalmatian
her brother’s hand
but he falls heavily
If China has a stake in Heathrow Airport Holdings
Then I surmise the third runway authorized
Would be granted by Theresa May, naturally.
I am surprised that
Thousands of people die every year – air polluted:
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe in central London
But who cares?
Ferrovial S.A., Qatar Holding LLC, Caisse de dépôt
et placement du Québec,Government of Singapore
Investment Corporation, Alinda Capital Partners,
China Investment Corporation
and Universities Superannuation Scheme (USS).
Brexit? I can hardly pronounce those investors.
Plus 25% extra for bulldozing homes?
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.
I see the Chief Economist towering over Brexit, as the common person reviles in benign betrayal while lifting toadstools in Tescos. Lamenting an experiment of overhaul: the imperfect structural coherence we knew to be reconstructed in beguiling new guise. The downward pound bumbles through the market, prices hiked and experts forecasting this exit who may? Politics cloaked in dark obfuscation, deflation apparently self-fulfilling, and this House of Cards they are building may dramatically collapse again.
Her stern copper face looks down on me,
Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi’s mother?
On closer inspection, can’t help but feel
That this is the Frenchman’s mad brother.
Bearing the torch and tabula ansata,
He invokes the chain of a broken law.
I am enlightened today –
Libertas is male: in shock but not awe.
The door open after bathing.
The steam oozes out a deep musky sigh.
She peek-a-boos through the pine door slats,
Across a narrow landing wanders her eye.
“Baby”, he calls her,
“Take a look – look.”
“Dis a wa form and born you.”
Her mouth open wide, peering in his eye,
She stands in shock as a pillar of stone.
Sniffle, snuffle, she starts to cry.
Crystal drops roll from her bashful brown eyes.
He leads her to the room on the right.
They lie down in a secure embrace,
As dawn breaks in through the curtains.
Websites & applications fuel
“internet addiction” a condition
linked to depression
The way we communicate
rapidly evolves –
an integrated component
of human interaction.
Physicians weighed down,
placed in position
to judge whether this internet
is positive or problematic.
People lacking self esteem
turn to social media,
filling a void, resulting
in increased cyber activity.
The journaling and linear
associations measured in terms
of time spent &
frequency of visits.
Thoughts & actions exposed –
peers elicit senses
as envy propels an array
of distorted beliefs –
That others are happier
& more successful –
the addict trapped
in endless isolation?
15 Ways That Social Media is Killing You @ http://www.yurtopic.com/tech/internet/social-media-killing.html
thinking is an important thing /
or concept best revelled in solitude.
was surprised when the commentator
revealed: by listening to music
one does not think.
or when reading a book
we are never alone but
engaging with the writer’s thoughts.
too, that solitude is different
In the midst of the metropolis
the commentator said
you can still feel alone /
solitude amidst the people.
you are never quite solitary –
lonely – but not alone.