#PoemsAbout #Consent

We broke up ten years ago. He never took 'no' for an answer. #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

#poemsabout #undressed I stand here, my mouth agape, Injustice surrounds me like a cloak. Racism undressed. Bare. Bare. Undressed, Naked hate. I scream aloud, Is there no recourse? Love is greater than hatred. Undressed Love.

#BlackVeils #PoemsAbout #tanka Your apologies, simply black veils to cover a void of concern. Know I see through the dark gauze as I would the mists of dusk.

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There's a dream I have - walking beside a river not of water but churning static. No cry of gulls. Just an unbroken hum. #PoemsAbout #Tanka

Champagne corks scattered on my street. Last year's festive debris, foil and streamers still clinging, fan out like a bridal trail, trapped in Janus' door. Fling it open, friends. Savour the salt of soiled opportunity. #PoemsAbout #NewYear

Those holiday coins you accidentally mingle with your wallet change? Memories can be like that. Right weight, a tarnished and authentic gleam. But try and use them as tender? They'll be returned - blank, embarrassed smiles. No tenderness. Only a chance for exchange. #PoemsAbout

Your lips chapped, cracks intricate and wayward as estuary paths. 'You shouldn't have' you murmur, final verb left to the sea. #PoemsAbout #Tanka

A famous poem calls Santa an imp. As a child I was puzzled. Imps, I thought, were shrimp-like beings, all twigs for limbs, lithe wits, ears sharp and smirks taut. But now I'm convinced that mischief, at its best, is generous and broad. #PoemsAbout #Imp