hello all @ #dversepoetspub this evening I could not leave you all hanging on an evening like this. It is a stunningly warm and pleasant evening here
Jilted!
I wish I could apologise, For leaving you alone, If my heart still thumped, Every beat would beat for you!
I wish I could say sorry, For leaving waiting on the street corner, If I could whisper sweet nothings, You would have received all I had.
I wish I could be forgiven, For not showing on our first date, I am sure our loved would have bloomed, Like the sweet rose bud, it was.
Here with my last breath, As I die in the driver’s seat, I wish you better than I, Just a drunk driver needing, A touch of liquid courage just to say hello, To somebody as beautiful as you!
Lies meet across office lunch, Over eyes saying shall we, Valiantly resisting carnal desire, Emails revealing new feelings.
My place? can’t Yours? can’t
Pleasant playtime extended, Love, forever lost at home, Always required, loneliness abated, Clandestine affair required, Effervescent feelings buried at work.
I have taken a pilgrimage see the Leake street Tunnels under London’s Waterloo rail station that has been on my bucket list since I first heard about them. one of a few places where graffiti art can be legally sprayed here in the UK. the photos below where taken on my visit. they are just a few of those I took.
it has been legal for street artists to leave their mark here since 2008. when Banksy organised an event there. #Banksy , #leakestreet .
so for tonight’s #dversepoetspub poetics prompt from Lisa. I have used a line from the poem Pilgrimage by Natasha Trethewey. “here the river changed it’s course”.
Leake street.
The tunnels they do beacon, Painted walls, painted ceilings, Painted floors, painted railings.
Here the river changed course, Away from repression of expression, To its acceptance of the street artist’s ability.
A pilgrimage of art, To view an ever-changing 300m canvas, A bastion to art since, #Banksy festival 2008.
Take a wander, take a meander, Through the tunnel of colour, Stop for a bite, Stop for a pint, Soak up the atmosphere. Smell the spray paint, love the artwork.
hi all trying to fit two prompts into one. The first one from a monthly poetry meet up ( word at the wharf) I attend where the prompt for next week (Thursday9th may) is Zodiac. and of course the selfie poetics prompt from #dversepoetrypub. As a non believer of the zodiac stars I have tried to find a way of of expressing this in the the form of a written selfie. (no one really ended at cliff bottom)
My Zodiac star!
Barmy, barmy hot summer night, Naked under the stars kinda barmy, Next to my darked haired lover, Reading our future in the stars.
This cliff top grave yard, Our rendezvous ever summer solstice, My stars telling her no to us, Her stars telling her no to us, Our hearts breaking, telling us YES, Her mother’s zodiac teaching never wrong???
This a time capsule selfie, Of heart break and sorrow.
My zodiac star found dead, At cliffs bottom at sunrise, Her mother never seen again.
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