Bus Shelter Poem (2000)


I am just a story

Beginning

Middle

End

But what if I decided to rearrange these

Lets say

Middle

Beginning

End

Or nothing at all

No beginning

No middle

No end

 

When looking at a drawing

(or a sketch)

I always study

The blank spaces

(usually white)

I ignore the seen

And create the unseen

(from behind my eyes)

 

Poetry works

In similar ways

As I sometimes

Create language

Or miss language out completely

 

Sometimes I deliberately

Deconstruct

My work

And hide a simple narrative

Sometimes I eliminate it totally

 

I have been told

That if I was an artist

I would create abstractions

To an extent I disagree

With this statement

As there is a clear narrative

In much of my poetry

 

I am interested in the minutiae

I am interested in the minutiae of dreams

 

Make of it what you will as I refuse a style

If I do have a style then it is that I do not have a style

 

It is your journey as much as mine

 

A short poem has been left in a bus shelter
between Sandwich and Deal every year since 1983
these poems are normally found in late September 
and to date the poet has remained anonymous