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NaPoWriMo April 2nd

April 3, 2013

napo2013button2I do a lot of meetings.  I organise and attend, take both active and passive roles, minute furiously and doodle aimlessly.  I do a lot of meetings.  What I still find difficult to deal with is the sudden onset of unconsciousness.  The heavy eyelids, the knowledge that I’m going to crash and burn, head slumping unable to resist the siren call of sleep.  This poem is for everyone who has had the same experience.  And as somebody who has led meetings and training events and thought myself or the subject matter fascinating, still find it difficult to accept that someone thinks that unconsciousness is preferable to my meeting; whilst being aware that I have fallen asleep in other people’s meetings and woken to see others conspiratorial smiles.  A dichotomy of irritation and understanding.


What time is coffee?


Late afternoon.

Winter sun weakly slices

the blinds of the meeting room

lighting up delegates tired faces.

Demonstrator drones on

development, deployment, distribution

Warm room

pale light

My head is swooping.

Dizzy even when sat down.

flashes of lightning unconsciousness

I saw a man fall  into a cup of cold latte

Went through the froth and never came back.

Snap awake

I see the geese­ burning in the thatched eaves of the barn.

Snap awake

My arm around the carved prow of a Viking ship

it’s furrowing bow ploughing the sunset waves.

Mixed silver and gold, bracelets, rings, earrings.

Snap awake to conspiratorial smiles.



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