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The L Word: Sevenling*

THE L WORD

That tiny word, even unspoken
A thousand ships or a dagger
A peace, a war

A life, a death
A future, a history
And always, always, always

An abundance of tears

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* http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/sevenling/

The Plot Unfolds

THE PLOT UNFOLDS

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Don’t you bury your head
In some proverbial sand

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

For neither of us
Is quite so dead just yet

Nor quite alive
Either yet so

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry me
Don’t you bury me though

Yes, yes, don’t you bury me
‘Cos I ain’t quite dead yet

Sexism V. Feminism: Four By Six

SEXISM V. FEMINISM

There are those who get it
And then those who fail to
Who inflicts? Who suffers?
Balls or tits? Beside the point

Orphaned Vows

ORPHANED VOWS

A solemn promise
Neglected and unfulfilled
Becomes an insult

So What

SO WHAT

Go to hell? No probs
Been there already
Came back intact
A few hot baths
A few clockticktocks
And good as new

As the bell rings
For the next round
And round and round
And round we go
Waving, smiling
See you there

Waving back

Smiling back

The Other Shoe

THE OTHER SHOE

Hark! A singing heart
A swallow … A butterfly
Awaiting an ear

Polling Day

POLLING DAY

You always did your best
From your own point of view
And who am I to judge
Beyond my point of view?

The Family Piano

THE FAMILY PIANO

Upstairs
There’s an old piano
You don’t try to play now
Too far out of tune
Painful to the ear

Some of the keys
Have got chipped
Some, if struck, produce
No more than a soft clunk
Of wood against faded felt
Its note missing completely
No go-between connection
Between finger and string

You cannot use it
You cannot give it away
It is too broken
Beyond repair
You are too ashamed
To even let others see it
You hide it away in a back room
One where no one ever goes
Not even to dust any more

Eternal Partners: Tanka

ETERNAL PARTNERS

We chewed the upbeat
Now it’s time for the downbeat
Look! … Amn’t I still here
Celebrating it for you
As this too passes away?

A Shapely Verse

A SHAPELY VERSE

I see you may be my kind of poet
I may be your kind – Who knows?

The future is just around the corner
We could explore – Become followers

We can unfollow – No damage done
Been there, done that, survived

Maybe you are my kind of poet
Or maybe I simply like the shape

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