Rain tined skylight
frozen, strip searched tree
buds hardened, his mistake
her excuse, it happens
blue mirrored, light angled
hard winter, edged spring
Earth spins, all bets on again.
Category: Poetry
A Declaration of Our Rippling Days by Eric Keegan
Damn – I’ve got a bad attack of cover envy! Another gem from Potter’s Grove Press for your consideration…
Potter’s Grove Press is happy to announce the upcoming release of – A Declaration of Our Rippling Days by Eric Keegan. eBook and paperback will be available through Amazon on February 9, 2021.
You can pre-order the eBook here
Our days roll onward like an oceanic tide, mirroring the ever-moving human element that defines precisely who we are. During the more trying moments, we feel as if we’re surging out to sea without a floatation device. When grandeur and enlightenment take a prominent position within our worlds, we drift back towards the shore and find relief in the wavering sands. A Declaration of Our Rippling Days is a poetry collection that will guide the reader through these ebbs and flows while taking them on a journey from furrowed emotional lows to breathtakingly inspired summits.
Three takes one missing
You the last to see
I believe so, maybe
You’re not sure
Is anyone with her
~
Movement, no sign of
Cameras, swivel heads
Moment of inertia
Her still, mass appeal
~
She smiled, or is it smiles
He heard, looking up
Hands, mixed fingers
Missing persons, maybe not
Saturday Shorts – Borderline Control
Welcome to the UK
walk straight in
you’ve got a piece of paper
wipe your arse with it
have a good weekend
Three takes of two
Can’t be doing
with do if you do
don’t like that way
yes, I see you’re cute
I read you, every word
~
It happens, most times
you know, just scroll by
your picture, your pitch
eyes linger, minds read
damn you’re real, good
~
So we emailed
bared a bit, then
we didn’t, well I wish
you, still here, well
you know, as I you
Six Words – Last Year
Her list
unused cards
boxed untouched
Armed In Arm
Unseen angels
whitecoat legions
armed in arm
hope springs
thank you
…..
Oxford/AstraZeneca vaccine approved in the UK this morning…
Hark Angels
Past present
hark angels
known
unknowns
thinking
wishing
eternal hope
Saturday Shorts – Leaking Mind
He’s a miserable old fart
with his melancholic prose
well he can be let’s not beat
about the bush yet sometimes
there’s a touch of something
a poetic hook no you don’t see
to be honest neither does he
a take on words a leaking mind
incontinence now that’s not kind
Wriggle Room
He’d fit in
not too tight
wriggle room
found comfort
in his words
her choice
he said she
can walk away
between lines
he spoke
another way
