Angele Toomey Poetry

This wee poem is a non-political reflection on the recent elections in Australia, the banter between NRL experts every night on who is in or out of the team, the person at the BBQ who thinks they’re playing 4D chess at work.

Undelivered 
So clever
Those mental moves made 
before the action starts.
Those machinations
Calculations
to control the destinies of strangers.

So ever
Do we see them come to pass?
Forward projections 
Expectations
of over blown egos that never deliver.

And here is how it started:

Commute poetry is back!