Church Bells

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I asked if you wanted to stay married to me, a repeated proposal, which, for some, is love being vow-reinforced in a reprised performance, but for me it was almost rhetorical, almost answered as you let it ring over us, without an answered peal. And now I ask, again. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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The Ending

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They gather, again,
after an endless week,
of slow commutes
and old complaints,
about train operators
and these long dog days...


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Freelance

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This quiescent night
is my daytime of no fools,
no calls, no unread emails,
no uploaded updates..


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Sick Note

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No, I do not regularly
commute away to work,
or to pushy schools,
or sumptuous trips alone..


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The Tower

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Shaken in six mill' sieves,
for identification purposes,
not through the eye of a needle,
each remnant of life, of bone..


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We

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We, the now-diagnosed,
may be the dead men walking,
slapped, strapped,
labelled as a bit too different
by the uncovered disconnects..


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Under the Woods

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Among the ragged shadows
of the canopy umbrella,
cut by the leaf-shaped gobos,
here that broken sunlight will die..


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Sunday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The backlit curtain hesitates
across the open window,
with the inhale, exhale, breeze
it moves on the unintended axis...


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Metamerism

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

God, how my reckoning
is adjusted, discoloured
by the darkened shades
in my heart, so judgements
...


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Beddingham Landfill

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The picked at scab
scarring above Beddingham,
containing such poisons,
rain-washed infections..


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