Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Misinterpretation
Gold ring
telephone conversations
Lunchtime sings
apart
we make our reservations
Can you
pick the kids from school
Can you
give them supper, you fool
Of course I will be home
aren’t I always
Yes I am alone
aren’t I always
Your signal is weak
(and so are you)
It’s an embarrassment to shriek
at Zombie Zoo
Look
I’ll catch you later
Yes I love you
but no I don’t hate her
That was
a long time ago
Her office has moved
we hardly ever; say hello
My credit is running out
(and so is yours)
I didn’t mean to shout
only to even the scores
Gold ring
late night consolations
supper time sings
Together
we forego our contemplations
Dreams are things
(I’ll share mine too)
For deep without
no love accrues
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here