Saturday 23 August 2014

Portrait 13

          Sleepy head curls
are a kept rage

  The shining wheel chair squeaks

    A long face holds
mute humanness

     I found a book full of fallen leaves  They
  fell out
  quietly

Clocks don't want
             to be noticed

        A day's sweat declares itself

     Affronts

What, she says,
            have you got tucked away there

      This head
 has shut up shop


3 comments:

  1. All that is solitude-visible and evocative.... Yes!
    Grand!

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  2. Twould be good at least to fall out quietly, with no more than the bare minimum of squeaking.

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  3. Thank you, Red. And yes, Tom. I concur.

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