On Its Own
I woke up to flashes of what I’d dreamt.
They were flashes I fell asleep to in my head.
I woke up to flashes of what I’d dreamt of that night.
Flashes I’d fallen asleep to, snuffing out the candlelight.
You can have success and failure in public
and a failure in private and all alone.
It leaves you cold and bitterly cold
and ready to wrap up for winter.
It keeps your heart on its own.
Whistlestop Plumbridge
birds grip telegraph wires
pigeons lean on ledges
have a name answer to another
sneak off behind hedges
bump into your nextdoor neighbours
and feign a chat on the day’s labours
have your first kiss
and take a drag away from prying eyes
get married and have kids
where something lives
something dies.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
