Life and Conflict in 2019 New Zealand

Lunchtime


Reposed amongst the throngs, the wisps and the wills
The street a sonorous whisper in the fray
Her wistful stare; her coffee cup sits still
A vacant space lies dormant, a desire to fulfill
Curtain drawn, circumvent display
Reposed amongst the throngs, the wisps and the wills
The cavalry stampede, with battle-ready quills
A vain pursuit of enigmatic prey
Her wistful stare; her coffee cup sits still
Parent grasps the little hand, love lessons to instill
Inquiring eyes lead fresh young minds astray
Reposed amongst the throngs, the wisps and the wills
Lovers shuffle synchronised; instinctive, time-built skill
Vermin scurry casually through decay
Her wistful stare; her coffee cup sits still
A cacophony of life, rhythmic churning through the mill
Static stage, frenetic, mad ballet
Reposed amongst the throngs, the wisps and the wills
Her wistful stare; her coffee cup sits still


Struck


Full force in the centre, no sense of its advance
Reeling, staggered, wound demands response
I’d like to reconcile, will I ever get the chance?
Feelings swirl within the soul; impassioned, feeble dance
A safe and tranquil rendezvous is all this vagrant wants
Full force in the centre, no sense of its advance
The eyes arise to scan the scene, hoping for that glance
Of recognition common to true friends and confidants
I’d like to reconcile, will I ever get the chance?
Assumption and deduction, feeble tools to read the stance
Aggressive, tender, it could be, or haughty nonchalance
Full force in the centre, no sense of its advance
Risk assessment urgency, ‘fight or flight’ enhanced
The pain I feel is real, so separation is ensconced
I’d like to reconcile, will I ever get the chance?
Protect myself the best I know, within this fragile trance
Hoping for a rapport renaissance
Full force in the centre, no sense of its advance
I’d like to reconcile, will I ever get the chance?

About the contributor

Philip Muir savours the power of words as both a mode of communication and as an art form. He lives in Auckland and regularly performs at open mic events. He also runs a poetry group through the 'Meetup' website and dreams of one day having his work understood.

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