Five Micropoems

We walled in legacy
to dark waters,
sky high in paradise,
remembering nothing
but crashing waves.


She married another man,
but I transcend each promise,
the patch work lingering of yesterday.


We drank ice tea at The Ritz
talked of Woolf and a pocket full of stones
all the while devouring words with our eyes


Her eyes
captivate the silent

strange re-awakenings
into emotive strands

fibres connecting life
to tender hands


I fell silent
under the world
below the balance
waiting for a time
waiting to be known
never viewed
by eyes, nor conscious.

  Poem © Phen Weston 2015


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