Big Triku ‘Helping at a Show’

Alone, I walked the

empty halls – stopped by a view

of the cold grey sea.

~

And I found friends inside, and

people flowed in in swelling tides with

voices as warm as summer.

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I might know what such

days can be, if I let them

rise to memory.

Big Triku ‘Dreamscapism’

In the heavy dark,

fractals flux and scintillate,

vibrating colours.

~

Time disperses, light floods in,

lands drift past, voices resonate, and

warmth cascades and fills all space.

~

I float, gently on.

Blackness crumbles in the past,

enveloped in ice.

Big Triku ‘The Park’

Cumulonimbi

darken behind the park’s trees

and their golden leaves.

~

Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats

blow off and people chase them laughing

in the wind, voices sparkling.

~

Sudden gust, raindrops,

people scatter smiling with

blurred, watery eyes.

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Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂