When does a man stop
being what he feels?
On the street he smiles
calls himself a fool…
online he likes, comments
on her words, holds back
being a man he’s missed.
EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
When does a man stop
being what he feels?
On the street he smiles
calls himself a fool…
online he likes, comments
on her words, holds back
being a man he’s missed.
She likes that
he’d like that
finding that
they do
My morning, still
birdsong, open window
no people walking by
quiet, almost forgotten
the sound of child’s play
Two by two, walking
midday, both sides
middle of the road
break step, pause
others stare, move on
Good evening, late
afternoon, politician’s
speak, experts, statistics
common sense retreats
press questions, repeats
I’ll keep this short … thank you for reading me
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He her, she him
read words, their code
not said to any other
Last year, chances
back then, writing
got her wrong
This year, traces
what was, wasn’t
she already knew
Next year, distant
odd lines, replies
time now decline
Letters, remember them
then young, old now, long gone
beginnings, becoming men
tea rooms, halls walked, sober, drunk
led on, showing off, shown up
meant for no one, between two
dissected, analysed, misread, judged
letters, remember addressed to someone
known by, their minds, not you.
First thoughts ill-advised, second maybe better.
Watched the teatime news
emotions, hopes, confused
can’t go out today
that’s what the modellers say
untested, tested, pray