Somewhere...somehow...

There’s a smile hiding somewhere,
I just need to find it…
Sometimes it disguises
Itself as a little teardrop
that falls with a big splosh….
I chase after it on big red buses
and sometimes just about catch it
on the corners of little gift shops
or lovers’ lips kissing in bliss…

Sometimes it won’t come to me
no matter how hard I try….
perhaps I could find it in a friend
perhaps all I need to do is try…
Lingering over a glass of wine
raising my knees and resting my chin
I stare at the flickering candle
and somehow it slips through the chinks
when I am not even looking for it…!

For you!

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The lover.

(My work brings me in contact with people who have suffered devastating tragedies in some way in their life..this poem is 'inspired'...am not sure thats an appropriate word..by one such tragedy..)

He stood shivering
wet skin and dry eyes;
He jingled
jangled tunes
breaking through
torn pocket
wounds.

He lived rough
and pretended to be
oh so tough;
Meagre possessions
in a broken cart
a blanket, cigarettes
and a burnt out heart.

Where will he
sleep tonight?
Underneath the
plastic sheet
behind the
garbage bin
fiddlin’ with
her frayed picture
he’d gambled

And
didn’t win.

Miles to go....

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