EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
‘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
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.
‘I thought I saw you where you said you’d be.’
‘I’m so sorry she wasn’t me.’
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.
It’s as if, yet is it
you, more your
image transferred,
a stranger’s smile,
a nod, as if, how
could they know?
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.
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.
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.
He goes outside now,
sees her on his street,
a year older, she smiles
stops to chat with him,
mutual ‘How have you been’
picking up on, tying loose ends,
edging closer, a kind of adoration
her mind and his, closer than a kiss.
Looking out for
one he’d yet to see
platforms recycle
ebb and flow of feet
noon arrival, watch
tells she missed, phone
caught her sorry, hours on
looking out for, yet to see.
