Three Words – Compliant, Dream & Therapy

Compliant

She played the innocent, compliant,
she would, she will, ‘Be patient’ her
catch phrase, she had him on a line,
her first, ‘You’re here, I’m here, what
are we waiting for,’ he didn’t know,
she didn’t say, ‘One day’ never came.

Dream

Recall, sub-conscious scenes,
their prompt, who knows, an act,
of having lived, years left, far less,
yet still day dream, in mind, in head,
still young, more mellow, accepting,
yes, I, us, we, our, knowing less.

Therapy

Not long out, slipped, back in,
cant be without, can’t be with,
not listening, keep talking, taken in.

Three takes… less than perfect

Demure until
the dance floor,
second glass
of fizz, empty
stomach, head
spin, eye blur,
contact, not an
invitation, can’t
see without it in.

~

He spoke to her,
beyond a first hello,
she smiled at him,
no vanity, wrinkles
showed his face
had lived, his eyes
a kindness, a hint
of mischief, a man
to be seen with, if
only he had hair.

~

Not for the first time
he couldn’t make it last
She wasn’t very happy
said ‘What’s up’ and
‘Is it me’ on both counts
it wasn’t, it was him.

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Three tweets to #vss365 writing prompts, ‘demure’ – ‘vanity’ – ‘happy’ from first week of June

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

Words (11/Jun/21)

Avarice

He, marked out,
her body staked,
played all, reward,
love, no, mistake,
avarice, her creed,
take, move on, no,
a man, this man,
no way… she’s his.

Virtue

Ever searching,
virtue by line, no
sign, he’s none, not
making up, to late,
his brain in weekend
mode, it’s stopped
raining, maybe paint
the fence, wife wants
the house done, he’ll
think again, a virtue?
‘Where you going?’
‘Down the pub!’

Wrath

And, in a moment all gone,
no going back, not one thing,
an adding up, the summing of
all fears, no logic, circumstance
released, within all, wrath distils.

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Top of head poems to Twitter #vss365 word prompts 5th – 9th June’21