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 Aug 2015 Tryst
Francie Lynch
The pain wasn't evident
When you queued;
Nor discernible
When you extended a hand.
Your frayed coat needed attention,
Your legs bowed in the wrong direction
As you moved, frog-like.
I never recognized the shame
Behind ribbons you wore;
An imperceptible guilt
For lack of control.
But your eyes,
Downcast or averted,
Tried hiding the despondency
I once witnessed
In a naked girl,
Running,
On fire.
i sit across her
on the round table

i see her delicate hands
twirling on the spoon
on this ethereal summer noon
when she looks incredibly pretty
beneath the cobwebbed ceiling
amid the Doppler noise of the city
her eyes on the coffee
and mine on her.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
SøułSurvivør
---

soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings

the
moist
temple
where
­blond
hair
clings

dark
whiskey
eyes
under
chandelier's
swings

t­he
single
note
where
a
cello
sings

i
stop
and
contemplate
these
­things

unlike
puppets
we
had
no
strings

no
we
had
golden
nighte­ngale

wings


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/32/2015
a poem about my first love

i think about him
from time to time
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Joe Cole
I'm Old Now
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Joe Cole
I've pretended for far to long now
But when my grey white hair falls like snow upon my shoulders
And even in summer I feel the ache in my joints
I have to finally accept that I'm old

Yes, I've seen the bad sad times
And lived the good
In equal measure
Lived the high life with money to spend
Experienced visiting food banks
To keep my family fed

But now in the twilight of my years
I'm neither rich nor poor in monetary wealth
Just about comfortable

But in my words and yours
I have far more than financial worth
I have friends in words
Burned forever into ether of space
Words of love, sometimes words of scorn
But still words
And in my scrambled mind words are beautiful

Continue to write dear friends
This is the absolute truth

Addendum
Some of us put ourselves through things that would destroy a human body by the time we reach forty, the problem is that in our minds we are still 25/30 and can still do the things we did then. A week ago I was wrestling 150 pound paving slabs, something I would have found easy 20 years ago but now at 70 age has taken over
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