And so
ill nature spills
crowded, senseless
hidden in full view
blindsided, common
people, indignation
headlined, evil stirred
condemned, suppressed
no answers, same questions
asked, again, again, again.
Tag: Contemporary poetry
An Age Thing
‘Hey, just noticed your earlobes are creased’
‘It’s an age thing, years of hanging on your words’
‘Ha, they’d be longer, not wrinkled like yours’
‘The ins and outs of words, in one ear out the other’
’You’re a cantankerous old bugger’
‘Ah, pierced me with your truth’
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Tweet to #vss365 writing prompt ‘earlobe’ on 28th May 2021
Ticked Off
Had he been living,
breathing, yes, while
growing up, I guess,
manning up, chances,
running risks, more a
slow walk to age, now
taking in, played safe,
watching her, covetous,
like him, she wished,
didn’t ask, didn’t say,
ticked off, another day.
Wasn’t Me
‘I thought I saw you where you said you’d be.’
‘I’m so sorry she wasn’t me.’
Singular
Black spot
singular
out of place.
Speck alone
compelled
no trace.
Treasure Island
childhood
mark.
Quaint trait
a shrug
tells himself.
Yet real
singular
speck alone.
Soundproof
Close all doors and windows,
mute all frequencies, tune out
interference, soundproof, as if
he could, indifference of silence,
as if need of ears, still heard,
her lips moving in his head.
A Nod
It’s as if, yet is it
you, more your
image transferred,
a stranger’s smile,
a nod, as if, how
could they know?
Named Speaker
His first submission, Amsterdam
his second Bologna via Milan
then south to Naples, named
speaker, reputation, now invited
Basel, Lausanne, Venice, Athens
London, Oxford, Brussels via Paris
San Francisco, Melbourne, Auckland
Kyoto as much holiday as science
a mind into others, storytelling maps.
Brainwash
Wipe your nose
don’t do that
use a handkerchief
you’re disgusting
don’t use your sleeve
what’s that, not snot
brainwash leak, damn
cheek, you’re full of it.
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Brainwash – rinse, spin, condition.
Some things
It seems a while now,
not sure how or why,
if she or I had reason,
I guess some things
are to be lived, yes,
best described inside,
no words, by feelings.
