Martin Eden

Academic {Political Economist), Artist, Author, Musician, 'Natural' Psychologist, Poet, Politician, Programmer (Websites), Singer, Singer-Songwriter,

Aug 062009
 

Current mood: content

Reminiscent Trek
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 23July2009)

There was a bussle as I turned into the street
People, cars
Where I once lived
Up from the corner
My friend’s house
He seemed not at home
Next door, the source
A new two storey restaurant
Filled to the brim
With people
In and from a leafy suburb
Unusual
Then my friend in a car
As I spoke with him
I saw my other friend in the background
A very small spiral staircase was the entrance
To this new, bursting-at-the-seams, venue
The owners had done their research
Some kind of lowering slide
In case of fire
Then there was my background friend’s ‘X’
She looked great, slim figured as ever
Viewed from that very single way
All in all, a very mysterious experience
Coming off a heavy, long night out
On a sunny, warm morning
While on a reminiscent trek

© Martin Eden

Aug 062009
 

Current mood: content

Merlin The Cat
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 16July2009)

Merlin needs to feel secure
To feel safe in order to relax
With words of reassurance
He chooses in or out

Today, mid-winter
He settles by the heater
Momentarily alarmed by some workers next door
He resettles by my physically checking all is well

He ate a little food earlier
As he’d not eaten since early morning
And it was by then midday
Now he’s nestled by the heater

In that self-contented way

… And the strange thing is that I now feel the same

© Martin Eden

Jul 152009
 

Current mood: quiet

Intrepid Freedom
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden on 10&11July2009)

The dreams of the past
The hidden way
The things missed out on
The countless days

Where are they now
The people I knew
In their passing by
I grew

With each and every one
There was something new
And a spur to creative energy
Where are they now

I’m proud I’ve shed my crutches
Along with foolhardy ways
Yet it feels all too quiet
Somewhat retiring

Hey but here’s where real freedom lies
Intrepid freedom
Choices with clarity
Without being weighed down

A chance to reassemble
What I want and what I don’t
And work towards achievables
At just two tiles a day

© Martin Eden