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Office

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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 I’m awake

Doing nothing.

–AEW

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Ae Freislighe Poem: Train Wreck

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Train Wreck

The train rambles wistfully;

Not that my heart is rattling

as I gaze out blissfully.

I find my soul keeps battling.

 

Something bright, like ambition,

kept me from being faithful.

It allowed the omission

of what I saw as blameful.

 

My own truth is absolute;

Your truth could never relate.

I carried on, resolute,

in hope your pain would abate.

 

Our friendship is tenuous

But better than to strangle

a love that was generous.

Wistfully, will I ramble.

A.E.W.

Cat


Making Waves — 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


The “Twikus” of My Life


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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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]


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


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