In the mirror I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head
and whisper once more my name.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
We've each got different partners now
and we're having a real nice time
we both agreed to separate
Parsley Sage Rosemary and ...
We both were once so in love
now we just stay in touch
we cherish the time we once had
as we don't see each other much.
I once saw her on the bus
once chatted on the phone
we've sent each other a couple of texts
at work, on the bus, and at home.
. but
We've each got different partners now.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Did you ever walk on side-ways
to see a different point of view?
or sit and rest awhile in bye-ways
and think on things
and think them through?
Yes I have sat and also rested
sat and also thought things through
I have often walked on side-ways
as it's my thinking in life's bye-ways
gives me my side-ways point of view.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken breath.
words and foto T Carroll
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams
I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken breath.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
I now recall her smile
that when folded gently
was placed between the
linen and her letters
in my bottom drawer
and like
the hidden memory
of that smile, her parting lips
in silence
said more than spoken breath,
her shadowed looks
a gaze that hid its mark.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams
I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
*In the mirror I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...*
They came upon slowing traffic.
Inside a war-torn bus
standing passengers were gently rocked.
They were driven along an unfinished road.
Unfinished roads are were you
become convinced
that each rock and pothole
were placed carefully in order
to discomfit the passengers,
to remind them of their poverty.
They passed the sun-glassed occupants
of cars and busses
and the rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers.
Tanned arms hung out of windows;
fingers tapping an unheard beat.
The foot-worn passengers
clutching the free tickets to
a roll-call of loss and desperation,
"roll-up".
Walking- just.
They stooped to stare at the dancing distance
of heat waves rising from
the baked highway.
Asphalt arteries.
They gripped passports,
Identity papers, rosary- beads
'Letters of transit'
but they were not needed;
the border did what most borders do-
it shrugged them through.
Smiles become all languages.
Later, I sat staring out the window of a bar-
hardly blinking.
A bus stopped and people got off.
Laughter.
A dog scratched.
The sky was blue and cloudless.
The poor -the confused and naked poor-
had gone where the confused and naked go-
somewhere else.
I lifted a cold drink.
Watching.
Then Jez turned to me and asked:
"Is this what it's like to be drunk?"
I smiled as I slid a bottled lager towards her.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
"Ignore the unfounded rumours
of pus- in your milk
and others
which are also quite scary,"
said the white coated chap
with the clipboard and cap
and the man who's
in charge of the dairy.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
words and foto T Carroll
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC