Wandering Biku

Wandering Biku Poems

The First Week


A solitary pigeon perches on a telegraph pole
...

Negativity is not always overtly depressive,
Positivity is not always overtly happy.

Negativity eats away, piece by piece.
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Still searching for that solid centre ground.
Knowing that the only reliable thing
Is Unreliability
Just ain't helping right now.
...

A pale face, dark eyes, an uneasy smile,
Surrounded by a mass of tangly black curls,
She sat in that circle
Unengaged, aloof, disruptive,
...

It was the sort of feeling
I always drank on:
Frustration,
Banging my head against a wall
...

I was out walking today
Trying to clear my head
After a morning of too much study, Twitter
And coffee.
...

Looking from the other side of the mirror,
Seeing through dirty glasses,
There is something not real about this moment
Like looking at a reflection of a reflection of a reflection….
...

Blue is the train that Coltrane blew.

Blue is the Note that made dreams come true.
...

I put my head on the pillow and drift off….

Shiva sweeps aside the remnants of yesterday:
Gains, strivings, losses and ambitions
...

I know I'm frustrated.
I know I'm angry.
I don't know why.
I know what to do
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The First Week

The First Week


A solitary pigeon perches on a telegraph pole
And sings her call.
Other than that, the world is quiet.
The constant rush of rubber on tarmac
Has finally ceased.
Gone, the mechanical birds, bees and bugs
Filling the air with their droning busyness.
The warm wind has dropped,
Hushing the rustling.
And even the neighbourhood dogs respect the silence,
Sleeping soundly.
The only noise is that of sunshine
And Nature, exhaling her contentment.

The pigeon starts! And takes to the air.


David Green,2020

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