EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
Odd lines, poems, prose – relationships, observed, imagined, real?
All about you, I’d like to know
the things that make you smile
the ‘car crash’ that still hurts you
the love you lost, still feel.
All lives have wounds and splinters
not all have you as I do, or me
as you, to heal, to mend, to restore
faith in, in being, giving, feeling.
Open a door to your inner self
without fear of slamming in your
face so perfect, even with a tear
shed knowing not knowing you.
He’s told today
he’s free to be
as normal as
he can be
He asked again
she said no
she didn’t shield
his feelings
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Shielding of the extremely vulnerable in England paused – he played, she stopped.
What are the doubts
you have of me, what
is there about me you
do not trust, why can
you not let me be a
friend to you and let
what will be, be?
‘I’m telling you I’ve asked you’
‘I’m listening what did you say’
When did he fall, bruised knee
a day or two ago, heart stitched
a week or more, his emptiness
the day she said he shouldn’t be
where she could see, he would
he said, today she told him sorry
She chased
he stood still.
She’s naked
never in his mind.
He didn’t get it
she’d moved on.
She of an age, not young
nor old, she knows he
knows, her lines and eyes
he pins within a decade
He shows his own, tells
who asks, yet as if, he
not believed, she says
(more wish) he can’t be
No time to tell, no hand
to hold, line after line
she feels, he too, soul bites
no sound, no bodies.
As she walked
he asked questions
eased as observation
Sketched at first
her hand held
he got the picture
You’re lying.
Don’t count, it’s only words.
It’s about you.
Can’t be, no one heard.
What you doing.
Messing with the truth.
You’re a poet.
Got me, give me peace.
Common sense let out the door
back in looking out the window.
Spike and spike and spike again,
cheap clothes, their fault, our own.
Cheers another beer, sand between
their toes, dust to dust, head stoned.
Out of mind, unknowns weep alone.
