Three poems by Rupert M Loydell

IN NO POSITION TO TALK

We are a biological computer
drawing lines, connecting dots,
processing glyphs and contours.
Big photos on the wall make us feel
like we are going to the moon.

Anybody can make a narrative,
everybody does. We grid the page,
restrain the words, and everything
falls into place once mapped.
It’s like a battlefield, you have to

think your own way through. I want
a definitive world view; perception
has changed because of technology
but is always open to recall. We occupy
a different space in another room.

..

SILENCES

When I came to write this, I had lost the first sheet of paper written in the night as the poem nudged at me, escaping from the book I’d finally managed to read after three attempts.

The story is told to the narrator by his friend (‘I remember he said that she said’), slowly recounted by the author. It is a book about the recent past, history and how people escaped it, ran away or hid, allowed others a place on the train or a plane. It continues until we get to facts about extermination, concentration camps, memory and loss.

Between the words, the silence, says Dan Beachy-Quick, each silence as nuanced and potent as the rest. Untold stories need telling, but we need room for the unsaid too, space to write and think.

Death happens all too soon.

..

FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Resources for addressing the needs
Last year I was homesick
……………We need to take control
Education, materialism and hard work
……………Making immigration work for all
I am a child – we either flourish or flag
……………Urgent needs and key recommendations
You can see my beliefs by what I do
……………Refugees are living in perpetual fear
I have been growing up here
……………Sponsor a child
We have a really good life
……………Maximizing the potential
Next year I am homesick
……………Find us a new home 

……………I see people in a different way
Remember that the dying character still has a personality
……………It’s not a fear as such
The dying process is often referred to as the terminal phase
……………It’s like you are tumbling down
This definition will guide validation of after-death reports
……………I don’t have to feel this way
Life is a survival horror game set in a vast and dangerous open world
…………..It feels even worse
This has been created to help you to answer some difficult questions
…………..I am so sick and tired of listening

…………..I was hoping I can stay
The right to travel has never been absolute
…………..We were very sorry to leave
Free movement rights may differ somewhat
…………..We had very little to lose
The country needs a new migration system
……………Everyone seemed so frightening
A world where boundaries are becoming less meaningful
……………I felt very lonely most of the time
A narrative about the rights of individuals
……………Find us a new home

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