Scientist writing – odd lines, poems even…
Young hearts fragile as old bones
Catch her cold she goes viral
Born to see days like tomorrow
Wait a moment and it’s gone
No escape tied up in dreams
His will to keep her near
Her hand quite ordinary till held
The gift of his life hers
Reality no place in this fantasy
Smile at the ludicrousness of stars
Take away the madness let breathe
Be still let yourself go now
He a man untied
to time or anything
beyond accepted promises
She his curved ball
provokes imagination
believes she can be his
Conscience slips and slides
everyday more blind
to all he’ll leave behind
As he sleeps he stares
sees her in his darkness
light rolls back their years
Love beyond words
felt though unheard
their promises unbroken
…..
He remembers, she too… will always
Danced Alone Until
Moment taken in cool blue silence
Found her someone different like him
No label no sign of belonging
Slid the knife edge of discretion
Danced alone until he asked her
Caught a breath exhaled a smile
A man and woman never incidental
Naked in the blink of eyes
…..
The Game She Plays
He blushed she felt his innocence
She reset his hands to please
The game she plays so dangerous
His mind her eyes can’t see
He wears no sign no label
The risk she takes he calculates
He smiled he let her dream
Key in the door
a little stiff
needs lubricating
she keeps telling him
Steps inside
odd smell greets
wet plaster wood dust
others homes not his
Walls holes overfilled
tiles broken rough edges
doors an inch too short
frames botched distorted
Windows condensation soaked
heating gone awry
message painted on a wall
your home as you left mine
…..
Prerequisite… drill then screw. Nailed it.
Do the chords still resonate
when he pulls her strings that way
does the song still play
when he takes his words away
…..
No strings? Men like to fiddle
Her tortured voice
released for all
yet not for someone
past too disturbed
to feel the touch
of one on one
The roof alone
hears his whispers
where you go I go
you fall I fall too
she flexes fingers
holds his hand
…..
Hanging on… no reason, a feeling?
Her black looks
his dark thoughts
ill advised
hand drying knives
dishwasher safe
that’s a maybe
who’d take the risk
both did crazy
…..
Too tight… two egos, one room
With her
he had a chance
of something more
than yesterday
On the day
he let past dictate
too unsure
he played too safe
Tomorrow came
his moment gone
he’ll try again
too late she’s gone
…..
She would, he couldn’t… end of
BelievingSightUnseen @EDC_Writing
Nov 13
‘I see, it has to be your way or not at all, no hint of a compromise, no flexibility, no give and take, no sign of you being prepared to concede to give us a chance, but I will, so I’ll wait to hear from you, I’ll not ask again.’ #1lineWed – theme ‘ Give/Take’
Nov 14
She knew the drill, keep him hanging on, playing with his heart, promising they’ll meet up soon, keep on saying ‘I’m nervous, I’m not ready’ when he keeps asking ‘why not yet?’ – damn him, she’s confused, the things he does to her with words… #vss365 – prompt ‘Drill’
Nov 15
Little spent as you and me, rail tickets cheap day returns, London pubs, chain restaurants, daylight hours no overnights, walking yet seen no sights, bank accounts our #pounds not stretched, time, as us, overdrawn unchecked. #vss365 – prompt ‘Pound’ (see ‘unstretched‘)
Poem:
Little spent as you and me
rail tickets cheap, travel off peak
London pubs, chain restaurants
daylight hours no overnights
walking, yet seen no sights
bank accounts, both unstretched
time, as us, overdrawn, unchecked
Six Words:
Shared his days… declined his years.
