Situations can prompt poems. I was once on at a festival and while I relaxed on the grass watching the bands I could not help seeing all the rubbish that the festival goers were just throwing on the floor and the team of people cleaning up after them. This poem arose from that observation.
Human Geology
the band crank it out, urgent, loud,
such a brief time to impress
below them hands in the air
almost a single mass of flesh
caught up in their moment
others further away
drink, talk, laugh, vape
the festival the backdrop to their private dramas
everywhere
unnoticed in viz-vests
people paid by the hour
stoop to collect cans into plastic bags
It works but it never made it into a book. Never the less such on the spot writing is good for one's poetry chops.
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Until next time.
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