Landline

A second cup of coffee, manuscript unread
pages turned over, ink and pencil damn his
printed lies, not fiction, no editing can hide.

Landline within a hand’s reach, adjacent to
a still full cup, arms tight beside his frame
too weak to lift, conscience has its weight.

A ring, expected, yet he jolts as if in shock
he says ‘yes’ to silence, her breathing takes
the place of words, still living, how absurd.

Unseen One

I can’t see your smile
I can’t hear you laugh
yet give you all I am
if that’s what you’d like

I could hold my breath
I could bite my tongue
be your unseen one
is that what you want

I’m only human a man
hurt when feel let down
I’m only human crushed
if you’re not human too

This one smiles…

She’d had sex
mischievous fun
closeness and release
not always that good
things done before
not always wanted
expected to give in

This one smiles
looks into her eyes
knows where to touch
for how long and let go
catches her with silence
asks nothing of her yet
she tells him everything

Things she didn’t see
he doesn’t tell yet shows
her body curved to his
no lead no follow bliss
how did she how did he
as if he knew she knew
they’d get to feel like this

Guest Blog Post – Featuring Eric Clarke

For a second week, Esther Chilton has kindly had me as a guest on her blog – this poem (quite long for me) sums up where my short poems come from…

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I hope you’ve had a good week. It’s now time for my guest post. If you’d like to feature as a guest on my blog, please get in touch. I’m looking for stories and non-fiction pieces of up to 1500 words and poems of up to 40 lines. If you can also send me a photo and a little bit about yourself too, that would be great. Please send them to estherchilton@gmail.com

Last week, my guest writer was Eric Clarke, with his poem England – Isolated Views. To read it, click here. And here’s another one from him for you to enjoy:

A Take On Poetry

By

Eric Clarke

Beaconsfield to Marylebone

Maidenhead to Paddington

Windsor to Waterloo

lines in, and out again

Exeter from all begun

Devon left, half century on

River Thames meandering

fields beside, counties bridged

Buckinghamshire, Berkshire views

English ways, getting there

London, underground…

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