EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
EDC – scientist now writing – none of us is one thing – I've been called a few.
False dawn before the clock change
within darkness comes his fall
holes dug laid out before him
loose words piled high ignored
heavy hands of time push back
let him swallow on his lies
her tears wet over
raked old ground subsides
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A two post Wednesday – ‘Old Ground’ here and ‘Sold’ at the Go Dog Go Cafe.
Of us, not us … love’s photograph.
His tangent
her curve
his angle
all degrees
of her
He texted, she replied … not otherwise.
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
She wouldn’t
He couldn’t
Imagining …
They did
If you’re able,
I’ll call, talk, not ramble.
Not embarrass, seek excuses,
just be, as we used to.
No daft expectations,
friends, the best of always.
His still … one take of you.
Not him … her want, his kindness.
His line, just one … she wrote all thoughts beyond.
