EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
You the last to see
I believe so, maybe
You’re not sure
Is anyone with her
~
Movement, no sign of
Cameras, swivel heads
Moment of inertia
Her still, mass appeal
~
She smiled, or is it smiles
He heard, looking up
Hands, mixed fingers
Missing persons, maybe not
Welcome to the UK
walk straight in
you’ve got a piece of paper
wipe your arse with it
have a good weekend
Her list
unused cards
boxed untouched
Unseen angels
whitecoat legions
armed in arm
hope springs
thank you
…..
Oxford/AstraZeneca vaccine approved in the UK this morning…
Past present
hark angels
known
unknowns
thinking
wishing
eternal hope
He’s a miserable old fart
with his melancholic prose
well he can be let’s not beat
about the bush yet sometimes
there’s a touch of something
a poetic hook no you don’t see
to be honest neither does he
a take on words a leaking mind
incontinence now that’s not kind
He’d fit in
not too tight
wriggle room
found comfort
in his words
her choice
he said she
can walk away
between lines
he spoke
another way
Can’t find a photograph
that shows me as I am
no lens can see as I do
your eyes don’t either
Its passing felt by ache
by loss none can evade
by turn of wrist we watch
as allotted seconds spin
Its edge forward speeds
yet slowly once perceived
microwaves beep display
show time as ‘End’
Is this okay
You paid for it
Yes, but alright for you
You need too
Not so sure
Do it, I don’t mind
I’d better go
I’m naked
Me too
No rush
I like this
Some men do
