Poem for the Day

A poem a day by Arthur J Plant

Jul 27

Their Own Place

Everything finds it’s own place in the end
books on the shelves, shirts in the dresser,
loose documents you might need later
resting ready across a messy desk,
mementoes that you always take with you
lined in regiment over the fireplace no one uses,
stray socks and tangled wires under the bed
toys and nick-naks resting in the corners,
a soul in you breast, dreams in your head
laid peacefully on the pillow
wrapped up tightly in bed.

Jul 26

Empty Kitchen

An empty kitchen is filled easily,
a steady breeze rattling the ladles
hanging ceremoniously over the oven
that blinks and hums and drums the minutes
to call me to fill the plate
waiting to play with a knife and fork
drip drying near the sink
that gurgles satisfactorily.

Jul 25

Sit Down

Plant your butt down in the mess,
the clouds are here and there’s nothing left
of a halcyon day when much was done,
the wind massaging your neck
through an open window
inviting the bird song in,
get your head out of a spin.

Jul 24


I am an invader in this house
plethora of unfamiliar objects
seducing my curiosity
while the colours of walls
confuse my peripheral senses
feet recalibrating themselves
to a new specific texture of carpet
rules writing themselves
across the placement of cereal boxes,
I maneuver lightly, as I wary of traps
or of laying one myself.

Jul 23

Green Sea

The sunny foreign shores can keep their blue waters
I have now seen a sea of green
verdant with fauna waltzing with the flora
that turning tides have brought to show me,
crabs caressing the leaves taken from rocks
while anemones wave from the watery moss
and the silver darts watch from the long reeds
so deep they can only be seen under a high sun
trying to make something of the toes
wiggling and bounding their way around.

Jul 22

The Summer Melt

Couples stay in the shadows
the gentlemen keep their umbrellas
hats have become the new order
children walk slowly between doors
the police have no suspect to chase
the crime wave evaporated on the street
bronzing bodies stalking around café bars
selling more frappes but producing less talk
the shop is all sold out of water.

Jul 21

New Horizons

I am about to move to a new window
a new space offering new programming
documenting the world spinning easily by
the shadows of cats shifting on the walls
scored with the cackle of a couple
very much in love and keen to live it
different piles of garbage on the corners
making their presence known in a different way,
easy to dismiss the traffic as the same in shoes
the expert window observer looks further up
where the face and it’s tensions will always be found
in all different hues around the clock.

Jul 20

Sanctuary Water

I have claimed my sanctuary in the shower
the drumming drowning the demons
that like to whisper in my ear
on the still and silent nights
that the street lamp cannot pierce.

The day is hot but I am warm
my limbs are tired but revived
my busy mind has emptied
with the preoccupations of cleanliness
and the rhythms of my body.

Jul 19

Hot Fashion Advice

Sweating is today hot new trend
young and old slouched back
as the heat permeates all matter
even the walls are greasing themselves
building descending softly into the roads
so you got to be still to be with it
it’s impossible to be cool
so let the heat wash over you
sweating is what all the kids are doing.

Jul 18

The Price

In a few moments the field became one of death
captured fires sucking away smiling souls
until seared flesh and shattered bones only were left
dropping out of the sun, cursed rain for the earth
so terrible even war holds it’s breath
bitter men realising far too late
the reach of pride
and the price of anger.

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