A funny kind of time travel, notebooks and diaries. The poem I found in one of them is called time travel too, so I thought, a blog.
I’ve been tidying up a bit as I (re)launch into self-employed life, and I came across some poems I forgot that I wrote in 2020. As usual, there are versions of the same poem, longer and shorter, with scribbles and mis-spellings as they go from bad to – hopefully – better. Here is one that made me catch my breath. I think I wrote it on, or straight after, my first tube journey post lockdown one.
Tell me, which do you prefer Time Travel, or Empty? I’ll type them out below.
By S M R Smith on 10.08.20Time travel Accelerating past a future that never was Posters announce acts that haven't played, players that didn't act in plays that never opened. A fleeting almost normal, quieter. Bicycles advertised a safer way to travel. Empty carriages mask what was habitual. What more could we lose
EmptyAlso by S M R Smith, a month or so later.
Posters of a never was
announce acts that didn't play
and plays that never opened,
belying the almost-normal
of this tube ride.
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