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"Bank of the River Thames"
by Rowena Whaling


I walked along the banks in foggy London

I wore the morning like a shroud

in total darkness was my heart abundant

As I stood stoically and proud

The world had seen the last of my affliction

All the composite fault of them

The murky waters ask not “Truth or fiction?”

On the bank of the river Thames

I saw a figure in the dreary distance

An apparition of the dawn

But flesh and blood was this.. to my resistance

Solitude thusly shattered and gone!

I turned around and cursed this rude intrusion!

Becoming shaky of the limbs

This needs be over!!!

I held no delusions

On the bank of the river Thames

On the Bank of the River Thames

Like a cycle that never ends

are we all frozen in time...

With no reason or rhyme...

viewing life as through a camera lens

On the bank of the River Thames

“Hello Deary” said this wrath of gladness

“I don’t suppose you’ve got a light”?

She never lit the cigarette I offered

But instead searched my eyes

with all her might...

Share a tea with me...and let me sketch you”...

And out came paper, coals and pens...

I don’t have time for this!

I feebly argued...

On the bank of the river Thames

“you know I see things differently than others...

I draw the should upon these sheets

With each new subject I feel different colors... yours is black!

from you head ...to your feet!...

To my dismay...

She held a bright green crayon and said...”with this it all begins’...

If Life’s illusion...why not paint it Neon?

On the bank of the River Thames

On the bank of the River Thames

Like a cycle that never ends

Are we all frozen in time...?

With no reason or rhyme?

Viewing life as through a camera lens

On the bank of the River Thames

Exploding in my head a Rainbow shatters

It’s falling down like shards of glass

My dismalness was swept away in tatters

I had been answered

What I dared not Ask!!!

It must be Sunday

Lovers walking...Kissing...

And from the church I hear their hymens

I turned to thank the girl

Who was strangely missing

From the bank of the River Thames

On the bank of the River Thames

Like a cycle that never ends

Are we all frozen in time?

With no reason or rhyme?

Viewing life as through a camera lens?

On the bank of the River Thames


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