23:68
Explore me,
run your hands through my centre
and uncover my essence,
my sanity.
Look at my surface
then delve deeper
and understand why
I am who I am
and, hopefully,
you will
love me
with that knowledge.
23:67
Acknowledgement is blame,
to enlighten is to admit guilt.
Better to stay silent
so you can’t be accussed
for another’s crime.
23:66
Occupied seat of comfort
indulging someone else
in a sanctuary shelter,
the world forgotten
for a few brief moments
as their back is massaged
and their legs propped up
for maximum relief.
You stare on, jealous
and sit beside them
in a position identical
but which somehow
misses the same
sense of escape.
23:65
Bitchy helpers
disguise snark with advice,
judging you on not knowing
their ways
when they have told you
nothing.
Perhaps you should
walk out and leave
them to it,
let them stew in a foul mood
alone
where it’s not
your problem.
23:64
Roll the stack
scan the bread
check the dates
fill the gaps,
feel relief that
you’re doing okay…
Until you turn the corner
and see ten more stacks
waiting,
and the people come,
asking for items
you can’t locate.
10,000 steps in three hours,
at least that’s something
you succeeded at.
23:63
23:63
Pillows are the lubricant for sleep,
helping to slip your body
into relaxation
and soften your mind
from stress and wakeful worries.
23:62
23:62
To feel the feet on my warmth,
words that make sense
in a land between
waking and dreaming,
but lose their real meaning
and comfort
when cold reality
invades.
23:61
23:61
Ants at the deep end
standing at the water’s edge
watching the determined humans
swim in circles
over and over.
And they call us
mindless drones.
Update on 23:60
Poem 22:60 has been written for an anthology submission. If it’s not accepted I’ll post it on the blog at a later date.
23:59
23:59
She changed into her
swimming costume,
folded her clothes,
placed her shoes in the locker,
but kept her coat on
until she reached the water’s edge
before reluctantly parting
with it, glaring at anyone
who was watching.
Her face stayed frowning
even in the water
wishing everyone else
to vanish, disgusted
they existed near her.
I didn’t see her leave the water,
perhaps she’s still there.
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