They talked easy nothing and something spilled secrets showed off their minds They walked mostly eating cheap places drank wine held hands a while They kissed briefly station rushed goodbyes waved smiling till their last time ..... EDC - two post Wednesday - one here - one over at my place (https://believingsightunseen.com)
Author: EDC Writing/Believing Sight Unseen
Story Tellers – Eric (EDC Writing)
They met as story tellers spoke so much of near truth who led who followed no matter their May-September didn’t happen he knew she knew she’d hurt him she knew he knew she would he asked ‘What if I loved you’ she said ‘Makes no difference’ he knew she knew he could
Solitude – Eric (EDC Writing)
Arms eased rubble from her skin fingers brushed her dust of innocence hand reached raised from last remains wall of solitude broken belief replaced
Wrong Place – Eric (EDC Writing)
Faced the day again without him woke up alone touched by another grunts and groans no love emotion moves prescriptive met his need only when done she rolled from under showered washed his taint from skin dressed left a note in silence one line knew she had to when in the wrong place leave
Life’s Light – EDC (EDC Writing)
Grey autumn day clouds as far as eyes can see breeze swept trees shake off leaves smoke swirls from log-fired chimneys Arm in arm they walk snuggled close to share their warmth each complete with one another for them there is no other The path they tread now clear ahead past diversions left … Continue reading Life’s Light – EDC (EDC Writing)
Reality? – Eric (EDC Writing)
“You don’t agree then?” “It’s not that simple … well it is, but not the way you see it” “Okay, run that by me again” “The thing is there is no answer, by the time we’ve measured it, it’s moved on” “What has … time or entity?” “Both, I believe, ever shifting, never reaching equilibrium” … Continue reading Reality? – Eric (EDC Writing)
Picking Up The Pieces – Eric (EDC Writing)
Heart packed to take away in his battered suitcase She no need than him to breathe no way be too familiar Bus stop still no sight until looks back she animated Wheels on kerb suitcase spilled she picking up the pieces
Isn’t Now – Eric (EDC Writing)
Need of silence no noise no unwanted sound heard her breathing isn’t now lips sealed going down
Sold – Eric (EDC Writing)
Looks an angel’s gift, pain a demon’s twist. Beauty bare for taking, scars lie deep and weeping. Soul left on the bedpost, body sold be done quick. ♦ A two post Wednesday - 'Sold' here and 'Old Ground' over at mine. https://believingsightunseen.com/2018/12/12/edc-shorts-poetry-old-ground/
Uniquely Me – Eric (EDC Writing)
I read you, saw your words, swore as they were mine. Which ones? The best ones, not the clichés. But all your words are. What the really clever ones, uniquely me. Yes, especially those.
