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Just Before Dawn

I anticipate the sun;

His bright red face

burning through

the dark night of

the soul.

He’ll pucker up

then blow away

Clouds,

then plant

a warm

Yellow kiss

on my belly.

Soon,

I’ll return home.

A.E.W.

[Photo courtesy Chris Frosin]

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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


Frosted Out- A poem

 Frosted Out

My window is frosted in winter’s lace.

Keeping sun’s warmth right off my face,

(Your silence is worse than this frosty place)

To move is my only remedy.

I warm my hands at the fireplace

In hope to thaw out love’s entropy.

 

You ghosted me, you gave me space;

Most likely filled my empty place.

(Who fits the things in your drawer, the lace?)

O! These are not words of jealousy.

The attachment ripped where there is no trace

Since I always knew your inconsistency.

 

All friends show they are of two-face,

The one for me and the one that is base.

You keep my army in a black case

(and convicted to your own fallacy)

Deny you ever gave me chase.

I release our supposed synchronicity.

By A.E. Wallace


Senryu: Break

I want to forget

Comic books in Camden Town,

Wide eyes, trains & lies.

By AE Wallace


The Lightness of Being Me

Oh I was binary,

In orbit,

Slave to a celestial joy

caught up in once-upon-time,

Text lies, pizza boxes & corsets.

Knocked out by a quasar,

Sobering sense at cocktail hour,

I heard the Word that made me whole;

The Big Bang of truth in a forgotten date.

Set me free.

A.E. Wallace


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


Italian (Petracchan) Sonnet

Based on a writing prompt for a secret crush.


“Catch & Release”: A Villanelle

It was a barbless hook.

Erroneous as this belief may be,

might be why you tore loose.

Although that day was clear,

I was blinded by tears and I could not see

it was a barbless hook.

You swam up to me so dear,

risking all to be with me!

Might be why you tore loose.

In your eyes, there was no fear;

All risk was yours and I was free.

It was a barbless hook.

Through play and fight, there was always that jeer,

you were so blithe to how you hurt me.

Might be why you tore loose.

You left me alone on that pier;

Heart, soul, hands and basket empty.

It was a barbless hook.

Might be why you tore loose.

—AEW 23/05/2017

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Haiku: Integrity 

Clouds crawl across sky,

Willow whips in wilful woe;

But I just stand still.
— by A.E. Wallace 


The Daze of Days Boxed Up

Do not fit me in your box;

That box of how life is supposed to be —

That box is not for me.
Many a box up in the loft–

Dusty pages, faded photos, old coats,

Boxes filled with forgotten notes.
Your space is full of box.

A box fortress life.

Yet your head is full of strife.
Only this box full of my things,

One I brought over the sea

I will carry out and be free.

–by A. E. Wallace 


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