PM

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A duvet afternoon
of malice aforethought,
of sheet-knotted limbs,
lined-faces contorted..


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Do

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do not look closely
at your borrowed life,
leave deepest scrutiny
to your surgeon's knife..


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I Wake

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sleep is that warm,
welcoming state,
through which I wander
in painless peace..


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The Patio

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The level is still wrong
because the land slopes,
and I used my tired eyes,
not the bubble's advice...


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The Path

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I kicked at the summer
along the bosky path,
punting insects and scents
with each measured step..


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Smeuse

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Smeuse - that low-run gap
where the wild things are -
under Sussex-set hedges -
but now a reduced tag .../


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Waking Friday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A lightness emulsions
this house,
of each room
I move through..


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Sheffield Park, East Sussex

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The wide open workshop
was beyond my education
(three terms of metalwork
forty years earlier was never
any kind of apprenticeship)
...


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10 More

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Lead me upright
to the ageds' bus pass,
and OAP discounts
in Clinton Cards
...


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The Poll

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That drab civic room,
where we had voted,
here the Parkinson's
support group met
...


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