Tommy Carroll

Excuse my hand

by Tommy Carroll

Sunday 17th December 2017 5:33 pm (first posted Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:15 pm)

Love

A term I seldom use

Summer clothes

Packed in tight

Memories

A voice declares

"Doors closing"

Faces forward

Such quiet

A hushed phenomena

What would our ancestors

make of this crushed

closet?

Strangers allowing strangers

thier Intimate space

Expelled air

The body's breath

A nervous cough suppressed

A weary sigh

eyes meeting

eyes avoiding

"Doors opening".

Relief

and the memory of

breasts against arms

buttocks pressed into

groins

Sweat

We go our separate ways

A bit like love.

Words and image Tommy Carroll

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Comments

Tommy Carroll

Tue 28th Nov 2017 23:14

Hi Keith, Ray, Colin and Jon
Thank you all for your posts and I can advise you of my intent to write a massive thriller about containment, strangers and with no point of reference- a bit like my local- Tommy. ;- )

Jon

Sun 26th Nov 2017 18:02

Hey Tommy
I detest lifts although can just about cope with certain ones especially if they're large and see through. Once you're in you're stuck no matter how uncomfortable aren't you?
Great poem though...if I'm ever in one I always feel relieved too when the doors open.

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Wed 22nd Nov 2017 10:39

you're on a writing roll Tommy - really enjoying your recent posts. Col.

raypool

Tue 21st Nov 2017 21:53

Very enjoyable and revealing of the seeing poet's eye Tommy. I would have to add a dislike of lifts (getting stuck in them mainly).

Remember the lift scene in the Pink Panther with Sellers as a don?

Ray

keith jeffries

Tue 21st Nov 2017 17:26

Tommy, I enjoyed this as it has a lot to say. From a child I have always had a fascination for lifts and the accompanying voice which says Going up or Going down. Seldom are there places where such intimacy is permissable amongst strangers. Well done and thank you. Keith

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