Poetry Friday 36

Poetry Friday 36.

Three poems for you this week.

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The first poem is a topical poet effort. Apparently, Brits are taking fewer sick days off than at any time since records began. Are we healthier, more dedicated to our work or…

Martyrdom
Your head feels like a boxing match,

you’ve hardly slept a wink,

but still you’re on you this crowded train

clutching your hot drink.

With a nose wetter than the weather

your eyes are bloodshot red,

your handkerchief is sodden,

your cough could wake the dead.

 Every joint feels swollen

 your throat’s a burning fire

 but you dare not miss this meeting

 and risk the boss’s ire.

 You’re not being a martyr,

 don’t need a pat on the back,

 you’re either at your desk on time,

 or else you’ll get the sack.

First Date

A crow’s feet smile

your head on my shoulder

cigarette on your lips.

A bubble rises

in your sparkling water

and bursts.

The jukebox hums

an 80s song.

while the girl with fierce

Balkan eyes, chatters away wildly.

Is it your heart

or mine I feel beating?

We’ve so much to discover,

so much to learn.

But for now

silence will suffice.

The Counting Crows have a song that says, there’s a piece of Maria in every song that I sing. This poem is called my Maria.

My Maria

There’s a trace of you

in every line that I write.

You’re around every turn of phrase,

lurk the on the corner

of every non-sequitur.

You help me find my way

shape my memories,

and craft my words.

You’re my Maria

and I’m your Adam.

So that’s it, the end of Poetry Friday 36. I wonder what next week will bring.