The moment I got a chance I went to a bar – a poem

And found a man who was a replica of you, Your doppelganger actually: Your face, your hair, your physique, And I had him make love to me, The exact same way you had described it, In your letters, Even including me reaching back, To you – I mean, him – for a kiss. It was more

Poets Are A Weird Mob:

I get up before the sun, And before the household, So I can write poems for you, It comes out of my fingers. In reams. One day when I finally meet you, I will give them to you and, Unless you are a poet, You may not understand, The significance. You’ll hand them back, And more

At The Round Table:

She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore: The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left, Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost, Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient, And yet more

Where Love Goes To Die:

I didn’t know that the disease in your mind,

Would become gradually worse as we aged.

 

We were supposed to grow old together,

You were my best friend!

 

But I didn’t recognise you anymore,

I didn’t feel safe – I chose life.

 

In my heart I will always be married to you,

And only you, until the day I die.

 

35 was my lucky number:

Maybe it was time to go back, She knew he would be there waiting for her, But then she remembered his emotional betrayal, She hadn’t rekindled their connection for that! She was trying to improve her life, Not to take a step back.   There are silent battles and steep hills, But she’s spread-eagled on more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more

Between my fingers:

She falls:

From grace,

From sight,

From God,

From herself.

 

It’s when she sleeps,

She meets them again;

All her lost loves,

The ones she let slip between her fingers.

 

girl and sleep

Not Getting Any Younger:

This alone time; It never lasted long, Tick, tick, tick, Says the clock That’s right! Time to inflict herself, On another unsuspecting: You don’t run from, Four weddings & a marriage, Without there being, Some kind of atonement, The past was catching up with her, Karma doesn’t stay buried in the ground, She tells herself more

A new technique…

… that’s going to change her life, From now on she won’t be able to remember, The evil men, the nightmares, the monsters, The Therapist promises; From now on a new life full of hope & wonder.   She wakes up the next day, Who is she? The memories have gone, But so has she! more