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Eryri Mar 2019
Visual heaven,
Swirls all above me,
Moons and stars whisked into one.
Who is stirring the night sky
Whilst I battle on?

Chaos both high and low,
Danger here on the ground
Serene safety high above.
A contrast not lost on me.
Do I battle on?

An inviting heavenly white
A ****** red stained green
An ache in my chest
My senses fading.
Is this death I feel?
Eryri Mar 2019
Seven billion souls
Being spun around
On this flat Earth;
A rotating disc,
Master of its Domain,
At the centre of the Solar System,
Where it belongs,
The star of the show,
A Double A-Side planet.
Flat Earth: of course, I'm not a Flat Earther.
Eryri Mar 2019
A luckless boy
With a disc camera
Chases a picture of beauty.
A picture of his favourite bird:
The Song Thrush.

This boy feels as free
As the bird he seeks.
This boy sings his own song
Unaware of a bigger chorus
That will, one day soon,
Drown out his naïve tune.

Still, with tail up,
He chases that elusive bird
With a camera he does not understand
On a film he will never develop.

But he is lost in the moment,
Skulking and flitting
From one place to the next
Trying quietly (but loudly)
Not to startle the Song Thrush
As it whistles its timeless song.
Revised
Eryri Mar 2019
No need to worry about
My culture
My language
My identity
There is no threat to my ethnicity.
My mother tongue is dominant,
The cultural lingua franca on each continent.
But at what cost, this monoglot monopoly?
Maybe I unknowingly lack empathy?
Do not understand that other languages need to breath.
Other cultures need the space.
Other identities need support.
That they face existential threats.
That my neighbours feel squeezed.
But what can I do when I am surprised
Each and every time when I am told
That not everyone speaks the English at home?
Eryri Mar 2019
A child assumes adults' superiority
Hero worships older members of the family
Absorbs opinions overheard over teas and coffees
And tries them on for size at school
Just as he might sneakily try on an Uncle's cool leather jacket
- comforting, macho and confidence-giving -
But he eventually outgrows the jacket
Casts aside those learnt opinions;
Tough, stubborn opinions
With rugged exteriors
And lined with silken narratives
That, thankfully, perished over time.
Eryri Mar 2019
These lines should allude to
My feelings at this present time.
So, filters off,
Stick to a simple structure,
No fancy words
To polish turds.
Let's drop the contrived rhyme
Truth-telling isn't a crime,
So here goes...
Life gets dull post-40
And, like my body fat content,
Time is spiralling out of control.
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