Member Poem

A stoic person with the most deep, profound perceptions and awareness.
My feet are going down.
But I spotted that puddle even though whilst thinking of my daily activities.
“Colourful town, magic to wake up to.
You sense the
turbo charged energy from every source.
Throughout the course of the day.
People in throngs … in isolated cliques.
You can feel this catharsis.”
Two parallel universesn now preoccupied Addison.
The surreal hush of a glorified swamp partial lit by the vehicle of a swirling moon in flight across the sky.
It appeared to mirror Addison and her quest.
“My sister seems to be leading a more sedentary life.
She has her brushstrokes as a vivid release.
Lady of many stellar skill sets.
A biologist and environmentalist too.”
Addison doing a momentary volte face.
“I’m doing a scrape, against tree trunks, a brush with life and limb menaces,
All those wet impact craters, they zig zag.
Wretched logs strewn, bogs that belch stream in dark canopy.”
Bilocation earthly day and night carousel.
“Yet here I am transfixed in a swoosh of 24/7 night and day utopia.
My mind can’t elude either.
They are me, who I am,
It looks like I’m a fugitive from what fascinates me and actually sums me up.”
And indeed, Addison has done some of her best thinking whilst doing brisk sprints when the weather permitted through the benign streets of her home town from the mists.
As in her nightly dash her shrewd mind would capture every setting and contemplation  would follow.
“It’s  a veil these once a day grind and nocturnal gyrations.
It’s not that I’m an excessively private person.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
When in the midst of conversation there are these reruns of these dualities.
Night , day and other time passages in between.
Addison is intuiting  yet dashing forward.
“Oh a bird on my shoulder.
It’s trying to interact with me or inform me of something.
Another now on my other shoulder or are they about to… is that a squawk?
Did I hear a cackle or even a weep of some intrinsic kind?”
Queries and questions anymore than Addison’s quaint dashes.
I would be the heartless one just to remove these affectionate creatures.
Maybe they are part of that intrigue so germane to my life experience.”
Addison’s rhetorical self interrogation like a razor
sharpe barrister.
“Oh, there’s a light.
Is that the morning creeping in.”
She, Addison now having completed another sprint, run, jogtrot.
A DASH…mmm!
“Maybe I could take a leaf from my sister’s copy and take up the brush!
We could swop lifestyles for awhile even.”
At that point Addison began to unwind, slow down and then amble  in a leisurely fashion back into town