Sunday, September 11

Laconism - Stephen Harvey



What is she thinking?
Her smile reveals nothing to me now.
No hidden words.
No glances with twinkled eyes.
No history.
The clock seems too slow in time with my heart,
It still remembers better times.
A day when her eyes aluminated life,
A day when our secrets were king,
Furtive and camouflaged.
She was the queen of cloak and dagger,
But now Silence is her weapon.
I have no reply.


This poem has been published in 'Still Waters 2011 poetry collection'
ISBN 978-0-9557086-8-8
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Location: Stoke-on-Trent, UK

2 comments:

  1. YoungNovember27 September 2010 at 00:40

    This is intense! I could see it all happening in my mind... I like the way it ends too. - Very nice! x

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  2. Unknown7 November 2010 at 12:46

    Thanks for the feedback

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Poetry from Stoke On Trent. The various verses within this blog explore my changing reality and mood swings. Verses that meander around domestic violence, self harm and mania, then return to enjoy happier thoughts and emotions from my childhood and the local area and its fantastic history and heritage. This is truly subversive and thought provoking literature from the heart of England that will live with you forever.

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