You haven’t, yet you have
you’ve seen, sensed a form
as art, of me, nude all shades
of being, real, within broken lines
sketched, a woman, barely known
yet you see through, imagine me
you a man, I haven’t, yet I too see.
Tag: Contemporary poetry
Reflection – Free Verse Revolution
I’ve a short poem ‘Reflection’ up on ‘Free Verse Revolution’ today – linked here…
Please excuse the brevity of this message -just returned from two days in Devon to find my central heating/hot water boiler has been leaking rather a lot of water in my kitchen – and this being England no one does anything with urgency – which I’ll remember when it comes to paying an eventual bill!
Saturday Shorts – No Repeat
Not taken, no offence, not you
my mistake, misplaced touch
mine, yours, we should have
I would today, I know, I hear you
no repeat, that was yesterday.
By One
Her words
his too
as if
by one
begun
by two
Ringed Fingers
Slow stroked ringed fingers
once given, twice deceived
unaware, known to, staring
image sent, ‘You need to see’
she didn’t care to, nor did he
slow stroked ringed fingers
once given, twice deceived.
Saturday Shorts – Maybe
We’ll meet maybe
have a good weekend
we just can’t agree
it’s not about you
your life your fears
it’s mine too you see
Archived
He knew her
marked time
shared space
now archived
key words
once loved
not forgot
Saturday Shorts – 10/Oct/20
Misread
He takes in the view
all the lines and spaces
curves and wiggles traced
their flow and punctuation
top to bottom footnotes
nothing hidden from him
He turns the pages over
no choice she made him
dense close packed tension
no clarity or meaning
she too complicated for him
too deep too dark he leaves
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She wrote stories he couldn’t read
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Page 10: Shorts: a take on poetry – Eric Daniel Clarke – Potter’s Grove Press
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
