Poetry Friday 6

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I know I am like the boy who cried wolf. But people seem to enjoy my poetry Fridays, so I'm keeping them coming..

The Break Up

She said:

let’s go and feed the ducks.

I knew what she meant.

She said:

it’s not you, it’s me.

I knew what she meant.

She said:

I need space.

I knew what she meant.

The ducks smiled noisily.

She walked away.

I have to give credit to my friend Ellie Powell for the phrase smiled noisily. It was she who came up with it at a writer's meeting.

Bedtime stories

Dropping off,

your words carry

resonance,

as I hear them through your chest.

The stories of your day.

Boring but

comforting.
Sending me

to sl…

Seagulls.

Many,

all wanting to be heard.

voices louder,

raucous

craws.

Verbal sparring.

egos flapping.

If everybody's talking,

who's listening?

 For previous poetry Friday's click here and here and here and here and here