The freedom of words

Lucky me

I could write a jeremiad about sea slugs, the colour brown in polyester

I could write yawning, of freezing rain, modern jazz, cars racing

I could write only of foolish acts, blue finger ends, wounds that fester

I could write querulous words spitting and hissing and grating

I could write on posters of white ermine, dead animals and might

I could write of rasping old black boards, smudged banda ink, nylon electrics

I could write, bomb blasts unheeded, neglecting the bees and the crops

I could write about spinach and potato curry, smooth yoghurt, a single chime

I could write listening to Summertime, its thousands of versions, 

                                                                                      the best sung by my brother

I could write watching the creased eyes of Julie Walters, and I’d smile too

I could write standing in warm rain, inhaling diesel like an eastern perfume

I could write in a vision of purple and glittering earrings

I can write and mostly my words are not censored.

The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write in longer lines.  And some ideas sprang from a class back in 2012 about things that I like and dislike, a list poem. I hope you've enjoyed reading this draft.