The exquisite beauty of your pain keeps me awake,

each line on your face

bought and paid for,

worked for,

snorted and imported.

Gone now, your clothes are strewn about.

Your dresser smeared with spittle,

shoes have parted company, have stepped away.

The bed bugs miss your taste,

An unimpressed pillow lies forlorn. 

I touch where once we laid, stalactite tears hang over me.   

Wherever you are I hope it's happier than this.

I shuffle final demand envelopes like a magician,

the trick is to escape all this

to walk away and out of love.     

◄ A Farnham Prayer

Knife crime with a flourish ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 8th Mar 2019 11:45

Thanks to all who stopped by to leave flowers, much appreciated.


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 4th Mar 2019 20:09

Thanks Phil always good to hear from you.

Thanks mate.


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Phil Kay

Mon 4th Mar 2019 01:22

Wonderful words as ever David. Truly melancholy and the final refrain "to walk away out of love" can be taken in more then one way. It left me pondering as to wether we can just walk away, especially walk away with our minds intact, immune.
But the stalagmite tears suggest a historical event. Really liked this.
The beauty in pain I know too well its there and real.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 3rd Mar 2019 06:07

Thanks folks,

Sometimes life is just filling in the gaps between distractions.


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Heart of Lead

Sat 2nd Mar 2019 23:08

This is incredible. Truly touching and melancholy with vivid description.

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Sat 2nd Mar 2019 22:53

David, I love the grit in this, the setting was clear in my mind. A reminder that love takes place in all places, beautiful and wholesome or otherwise.

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Sat 2nd Mar 2019 22:38

I was also picking up on that line David. The whole poem so descriptive, stalactite tears especially.

We should pay attention when a poem gives us such pause for thought, so grounded. It's easier to just wallow in airy suppositions than to express yourself in this way.


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 2nd Mar 2019 17:30

Thankyou Dorothy,

not quite "flash fiction" but on the way. Much obliged,


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Sat 2nd Mar 2019 10:32

"shoes have parted company, have stepped away"

just seven words - one short sentence - so much meaning.


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