Saturday, October 24, 2009

London Graffiti

I said to my soul, "Be still."
For the rattle of the train
Carved a headache on my skull,
Stirred my stomach, made me ill,
And throbbed my hurting brain.
I said to my soul, "Be still."
Since incessant pigeons flocked,
Strutting 'bout the feet of men
Bobbing heads and pecking bills
Taunting our footfalls and socks.
I said to my soul, "Be still."
For crowds of business suits
Surged past my shoulders, faces
Blank. Empty window sills.
A deafening chorus of mute.
I said to my soul, "Be still."
My God I need your peace.
The world is whirling all askew
My own falls flat, give me your will.
Lead unto your quiet place.


Bike Bubba said...

Hey, that's not too bad. You'd better be careful, or you're going to do some damage to your reputation. :^)

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thanks BB. I'll try to do worse next time. ;)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful Poetry ... I wish I could read your other stuff, Too bad it is on the other side of the ocean.

Haiku fiend