Signatures

All I do is long for you.

Candle flickers,

gramophone spins old 45,

see you dancing in the shadows…

old sweater hugged

smells of you,

fills me up…

tobacco-kissed DNA,

remains of you among the ashes. 

I see you 

on the lips of long-emptied glasses,

whisky-scented,

cold breath whispering 

I was here.

Anna :o]

An oldie reworked and abridged for Hedge's 55.

Also shared with the good folk at Poets United - cheers for hosting Mary.

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Sleeping

Sometimes, when the day yawns 

and the horizon swallows up the sun,

I think of you. 

Night always had you in its grip;

as vicelike as your hands round the bottle,

as vicelike as your hands round my throat,

pressing. 

I warned you about sleeping,

that I would get my revenge.   

Murder was surprisingly easy.

Anna :o]

For Hedge's 55.

Also shared with the good folk at Poets United

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Author:  Chad fitz

Getting it Wrong

I hug people; I’m like that, tactile. 

I don’t hug everybody,

just those (I sense) send out welcoming signals,

those who want me to take them,      now.

Sometimes I do get it wrong though

and they shrink back,

wriggle themselves free from embrace,

look at me fearful.  

Not everyone trusts a man with a scythe.

Anna :o]

For Hedge's 55.

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Author:  skhakirov

Outsider

Look-see, a dead bird prostrate on the grass,

it’s a chick; grey, pink, her skin almost translucent. 

Life didn’t last long, just fleeting, a featherless life.  

She’s gone;  cats had her teeth in her maybe. 

Possibly not – no discernible suffering… 

Maybe she just spilled out of the nest

or maybe she just didn’t belong.

Anna :o]

For Hedge's 55.

Also shared with the good folk at Poets United.  Cheers for hosting Mary.

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Author:  Tony Wills:   

Euthanise Me

Circus, Budapest, 19 May 1920
Andre Kersetz

Intensive interventions required:

thread in the needle,

fix in the line,

feed me my poison,

show me you care.

Death has remarkable beauty

a wonderful exit,

though I can’t claim experience.

Show me your mercy,

feed me my poison,

kill me with kindness.

I have rights y’know,     You Don’t!

Conscientious objectors have no place in medicine.

Anna :o]

Kerry at Real Toads offered the above image as a prompt, advising:  This challenge comes with a wide angle and any filter of your choosing. 

And thus ‘I see you’ became ICU, and this article I had not long read at BioEdge threw itself in the mix, resulting in the above.  Cheers for the inspiration Kerry!

Also entered at Joy's 55 – although it would read better with 56…  Cheers Joy!

Consent

Consent is a Yes not an absence of No.

I say Please Don’t but you take me nevertheless.

Look at me look at me, passive and still.

I’m a tiny tiny bird, wings clipped, all feathers and fear.

Indifferent you are and once taken, you zip yourself up,

then leave without word and are gone.

Anna :o[

For Joy’s 55 and also shared with the good folk at Poets United, cheers all!

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Author:   Joshua Veitch-Michaelis

Day's Eye

Imprecise: my calculations,

my measuring of your love of me. 

Do you love me do you love me not

depends upon the daisy plucked,

the petals pulled in earnest hoping. 

Vascular: let me run easy through your veins,

love me need me take me, feed on me until our waking,

meeting dawn with daisy eyes.

Anna:o]

Happily written for Joy’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape – cheers Joy!

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Author: Ntgr

Fear

Fear crept up on you,

do you feel it now,

how it tingles in your chest?    

Best take a tablet mother,

otherwise it’ll do you harm. 

Calm down, rest a while,

I’ll not bother you again...

then again,   I might... 

Night holds its fascinations,

temptations of the sordid kind. 

Mind if I visit you again?

Anna :o]

Marian at Real Toads  has us writing Chained Rhyme, that is where the last syllable or word of each line if followed by a rhyme on the first word or syllable of the next line.  Cheers for the inspiration Marian!

Also entered for Verse escape 55 where we can write on any theme using only 55 words.  Cheers Hedgewitch!

And shared with the good folk at Poets United hosted by the lovely Mary, so another cheers!

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Author:   Gert Germeraad