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Thursday

With cups of tea

Business objects

Spreadsheet daze

Putting in a request

And CC the world

Because goodness knows

You are getting shit done

Getting in those steps

Walking to the printer

Just to shove it in your tray

Just in case

Just in case

Just in case

Another day

Outside traffic flows

Workmen work

Moving earth

Building a building

As I sit watching

Office window blinds

Moving in the breeze

A willow tree across the road

Waves at me

Silence

Reprieve

So asleep

As they type and type and type

But Iā€™m awake

Doing nothing.

–AEW

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Making Waves ā€” a poem in free verse

Making Waves

Truth is something

You can’t always see.

A stone dropped

In an unconscious ocean,

A letter written

But never sent,

Pigtails mid-bounce

Caught on a jump rope.

Truth is the story told

To the sleeping child,

A shard piercing

Luminiferous ether.

Truth is in the silence between

A husband and wife.

Truth is disappointing lace.

Truth is 16 years.

Beetroot.

Coleslaw.

Tears.

Truth is a noxious gas;

Plague doctors with beak masks.

Truth circles Black holes,

It is dandelion fruits

On the air.

Truth is something you

Won’t

See

Here.

–AEW


ADO #5- Sunday Summer (Spenserian Sonnet)

Sunday Summer

Remember that day with us at the park,

When you bought me ice cream

And I traced our initials on tree bark?

Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed

Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.

But all was not what it would seem;

The clock ticked on like a timed trap.

You sighed as you laid your head on my lap

Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,

Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.

Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.

The hours languidly flowed into time.

That day is gone but you are still mine.

By AEW


ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

The fun of one night,

A once-in-a-lifetime love

Came in the form of a bite,

Or other actions thereof.

What of your bruise, my turtledove,

Now we have been lost to time?

It seems a little sick, sort of,

That the memory was so sublime!

That night we broke a paradigm,

Freed ourselves from reality had been.

We escaped the weak pantomime

With something some would say was sin.

The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;

But our joy from the night lives on and on.

AEW


ADO #3 One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

ADO #3 – One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

In the shade of a crooked spire

we whisper our divine vows.

Our first gaze did arouse

quiet desire one night did transpire.

No words capture our desire

We love in the time the Universe allows.

Repress fears separation would rouse

had we not set our hearts on fire.

Our love just now is a falling star

racing through the midnight sky;

Serene, remote, bright gold and beautiful.

Any danger seems slight and far.

But no one can see us cry

as we go about our days in dutiful

earthbound lie.

Instead, let us be like a binary star

Unseen but dancing in an eternal sky.

AEW

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Dirty Stop Out – a poem

Dirty Stop Out

Left you

In your bed.

Smell of you;

Easily led.

Pizza slice

On my way out;

Rolling dice,

& messing about.

Crunch on snow

to where I stay.

Consequences flow—

Come what may.

Netflix chill

Just another night

Might not fill

What I fight.

AEW


Twiku: December By Text

IMG_1035.jpgPlans made,
Plans broken,
Plans interrupted,
By text.

As you had no time
For me
I no longer
Have
Time
For you.

You started this.
I am
Ending
It.

A.E.W.


A November Poem on the Ubiquitous Quiet & Death of Love

Chance of Clouds

There is a sun out there, I know.

Potentially it can be warm, I know.

But the clouds are too heavy,

The clouds are too grey,

The clouds just keep being

in the way.

There is a smile there, I know.

Potentially there can be laughter.

But the clouds are too heavy,

The clouds are too grey,

The clouds just keep getting

in the way.

There is love there, I know.

Potentially times can be better.

But the clouds are too heavy,

The clouds are too grey,

The clouds just make me

want to stay away.


By AEW


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