Clive Culverhouse Poet Narrative

The Writer

stop sitting in that Paris street
you know I hate it when you crash
through all the flags that people wear
and all the chords are played by shoes
in the music of the crowds 

with melodies of rushing by
while you sip coffee graciously
the whole wide world will brush your arm
and stirring won't control the flow
your thoughts are slowly leaking

eventually the day has flown
and all you did was watch a while
but did you change a single thing
you always said you'd write a life
perhaps without you knowing

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Ink Empress November 25, 2023 at 5:26 AM “ and stirring won't control the flow your thoughts are slowly leaking” brilliant line. I loved that and the creative way you’ve woven this is so impressive. With excellent alliterations and imagery, very different and beautiful. Pleasure reading this Clive Culverhouse November 25, 2023 at 5:32 AM Thank you IE, your continued support is always a lift to me, fully appreciated