Defamiliarisation

Colourful!

The sun glowing making my surface hot

Half naked bodies stomping over me

Loud beats vibrating as it passes by

I get trampled on, all these feet pass by

So many colours, I see the magic

Some dressed so exotic shiny things attached

Different sounds of instruments

Feet stamp hurting my half broken surface.

Police try protect me from the rubbish

Heavy rolling objects moving on me

When it is finished I feel dirty

Then they all leave and I’m alone again.

Defamiliarisation

I have seen many people in my life time,

Some BIG, small, tall, short, some of the different age groups,

I am leaned on and touched by many, 

People only acknowledge me to witness there insecurities/faults and perfectness,

Then...when dark I am barely made contact with,

Until the light is shined does your presence soothes me,

There are many of me, different shapes and sizes,

The bigger i am the more you see,

When you look at me you see the truth, 

I tell and show no lies, what you see is what you get!

(unfinished poem)