Dave Gledhill: Favorites

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Jack Neary

There's nothing left but letters,
a shoe box full of letters
with the cap on tight

not to smother, but preserving
as if you can resurrect
a cake that's been dropped.

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Fetching Stretch

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Icarus M

Fetching Stretch

"I should," just sounds off,
like dentures biting into a bar of toffee.

Daydreams as sipping some froth,
out of your morning coffee.

Flying otters and mechanical beasts,
welcome to the rejection hotline over imaginary vibration.

Ice cream sandwiches and mushroom burger feasts,
a day does try some patience.

Red and blue smurf battles,
on blank and empty computer vision screens.

Nerves like snake rattles,
and nothing but imaginings.

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Somewhere between us; a wall.

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Emma

Somewhere between us; a wall.

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sprouted
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wall

Hurdling over it used to be fun.
until it grew, and we had to mount it
but even then, the feat of
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made me appreciate seeing you more

but now it has
become so big
that our voices
are barely able
to attain the pe
ak; even the m
emories of you
have trouble re
-aching me pa
st the obstacle
that i now see
instead of you
r soft, soft eyes

I miss the touch of your palm against my palm
Now I can only press it against this disdainful and cold brick wall,
hoping that you might be pressing your hand against the same brick,
just on the other side.
hoping that my warmth might eventually sink through to you,
that my rain/tears might corrode the clay
hoping that maybe, maybe, maybe

you will hope the same thing too.

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

They Sway

Apr 2013 Dave Gledhill

Kristo Frost

They Sway

Halcyon grass in absent wind;
your conscience drifts away.

Alone, you watch the rising tide;
above, it ties you in.

Lost, lost, lost;
as you were, among the reeds...

Nov 2012 Dave Gledhill

Florist

Nov 2012 Dave Gledhill

Tom Orr

Florist

Hello.

Hello.

Lillies please,
just a handful,
keep the change.

He asked if they were for a loved one

No sir, for Benny, sir. He questioned the King.

With that I turned and left.
As I broke into the outside air,
my eyes turned to the sky.

It was no use holding back the tears.

He slept beneath the tree as his friends and family congregated

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

Eulogy taken from a quotation by Albert Camus