friends through distance


Every time I see you I become less honest.

With so much life between one visit and the next,

Had I not rather flatter, than fluster you with candour?

No, I refuse.

I go for less polite and slightly grating,

And speak my mind uncensored, as before.

More to the point than pleasantries.

So when I see you next and say

“What awful perfume!” and

“What dreadful hair!” you understand

I mean to say

I love you still.

© jsmorgane (April 09)

Passing Time

Waiting for

Empty frames
                         to fill with laughing faces.
Frozen figures
                         to move into motion.
Necks on shelves
                         to remain lifeless.
Sensing fingers
                         to pause on door handles.
Stubborn hairlines
                         to retire on dusty pillows.
Fascinated noses
                         to sniff the unaired hall.
Delicate dancers
                         to stand up with me.
Black hats
                         to progress across the stage,
                         to move from head to head,
                         dance away and disappear.

Waiting for you
                         to wear my black hat again.

You do, in the picture,

© jsmorgane (Jan 04)