Me reading my poem ‘Was it Love?’
Me reading my poem ‘Was it Love?’
Me reading my poem ‘Merry Go Round’.
Me reading my poem ‘Visitor’.
Me reading my poem ‘The Fall’.
Knowledge and desire contend.
Nature pretty girls sends,
Man’s heart into love’s heaven ascends.
Learning is at an end.
Perfume once sweet palls.
Nameless faces merge into one.
Mirthless laughter and forced smiles.
Sugar coated words designed to flatter and ensnare echo hollowly down the years.
Escape into nature.
The wind on my face.
Birds sing.
Soon the merry-go-round will begin again.
door slamming
Heels on deserted pavements echo
The lure of cash
The girl’s heart beats fast
An act
Her life a car crash
How prosaic was her fall,
She lost her sock, no great matter at all.
She found it strewn upon the floor,
Oh the banality of it all.
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Kevin
A young woman sings quietly.
What has been done can not be undone, yet her song continues, words floating on the crisp morning air.
Barely out of girlhood, she sings the song of a man who beats women, her mind filled with dreams of street gangs, “power flows from the barrel of a gun”.
What has been done can not be undone.
Just a girl, late teens, heading somewhere, singing.