All we can remember
Were his thumbs,
They looked like
Two huge
Chewed teats
On a cow’s
Ageing udder,
Accidents
Lost at the sides
Of his hands,
Two disfigured
Batons,
Waggling
Vibrations
Whenever he spoke;
His words
We can never recall.
Archive for November, 2020
His Thumbs
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, new poem, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, poetry sites, poetry writing, short poem, thumbs on November 28, 2020 by dcEverything Is Quiet
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, cat poem, everything is quiet, new poem, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, poetry sites, poetry writing, short poem, solitude on November 26, 2020 by dcThere’s just
A sauntering cat
Looking for some elasticated
Moonlight to bathe in
And purr out it’s
Soft acapella;
I’ve ignored the news,
Spoken with friends
And simplified my footsteps,
Everything is quiet.
Lost Applause
Posted in Poetry with tags british poet, new poem, new poetry, poems, poetry blog, poetry examples, poetry sites, poetry writing on November 19, 2020 by dcThis rain beats down like lost applause
As these cold winds conduct a fresh shiver,
Tiny rivers track hill roads,
Spiders spin and then drown
And cars mount the kerb to park up,
Just waiting for that sweet whispered lull
In a void soaked with patience,
In the gap between nature and nurture,
Staring without song,
Fingers tapping.
Dunstan Carter : Poetry 