Never handsome
yet had something
naive blushed easy
kissed gentle no tongue
held hands never groping
none kept him for long
he’d heard the whispers
he the slow one, kind though
too obeisant for his own good
one smiled, shyly asked him
to walk a while with her.
Month: March 2021
Here we go again… WP why me?
Well here we go again
my comments disappearing
or if a first one seen a second
may not be, as if I’m not caring,
devoid of touch and feeling, you
know that’s not true don’t you,
or maybe you’ve said screw you,
you know I wouldn’t blame you
and yes I’m smiling, don’t take me
seriously, you don’t do you, I’m
English, we don’t do feelings, do we?
#
WordPress, why spam me?
Saturday Shorts – Prick
What might have been,
what if, the prick, as if,
his safety-pin undone.
Yet Then Again
Looking back, he’ll admit
idyllic days he hasn’t lived,
close to, let filter through,
an image, an hour or two,
strolling, easy words between,
hands held, his recall, the sun
out too, yet then again it may have
rained, he didn’t catch her name.
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Looking back, she reflects
that day, not of her best,
her recall, he wanted more,
yet all he did was hold her hand,
that sudden shower didn’t help,
her thin dress, transparent view,
his eyes, she remembers now,
averted, yet then again she ran.
Lockdown Wardrobe
Up early, change of clothes today
blue jeans, grey Oxford shirt
whatever socks no holes in
any underwear that’s clean
not going anywhere but, hey
got to make a better Tuesday
Saturday Shorts – You Too?
This touching, its real isn’t it.
I’m feeling someone I’ve not met.
This touching, I’m feeling, you too?
Saying something different…
There’s another one
saying something different
same data used in staged ways
over played models, tarot card statistics
the accoutrement of science, numbers over-dressed these days
the truth, more like common sense I’d say.
Bits of me in Tweets
He came up from Devon at 18, blushed easy, shared a house in Windsor with a French woman and a man with religious ways, had his first curry before his first girl, a little late to spice up his life, yet had the sense not to on the same day, he smiles, looking back at 68. #vss365 writing prompt ‘spice’ @EDC_Writing 1st March’21
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He’d the kind of mind that recalled fragments, words if read or wrote he’d know. As with writing, as with his science, it was the idea, the proof of concept that mattered, the live recall, the show and tell, it’s ever shifting balance, the story telling all. #vss365 writing prompt ‘proof’ @EDC_Writing 5th March’21
Saturday Shorts – Anybody There
He touched himself
could be anybody.
She touched herself
pretending he was there.
Conjoined
I’ve long fallen, as inexplicable as it may seem
the feeling is incredible, a once in a lifetime thing
I see you in my mind, long flowing hair, beyond
mesmerising curves, eyes search deep, find love
reality, the two of us, more than lust and passion
more than fun and games, two conjoined by souls.
