Wistful Thinking Poetry: Recent Episodes
Victoria Taylor Roberts
This poem's original title was Ode to the Engineer. Few people fully understand what a sound engineer is or does. A studio is a tonal treasure trove and, for the initiated, a place where siren song is born.
Sometimes we pick our poison to suit our mood; other times we pick our mood to suit our poison.
Sometimes the city feels more man than machine, only to reclaim itself whilst whilst we sleep .
With the world on our shoulders, the only way to glimpse its loveliness is to set it down at our feet.
Sometimes, we look around and realise that it's all beyond our control - and that it's okay.