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Ruth Walters Poems
If I were a flower
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now, drooping and withering in the early summer but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through, watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
The toe bone's connected to lush grass, early mornings, bird song The heel bone's connected to you,
I looked into a February sky. It's dark, inky blueness had no moon yet.
A dolls eye view
Dolls sit among the cushions as though they are waiting for her. Their porcelain smiles, fixed, their eyes wide, a cobalt blue,
A little hot gossip
"She brushed her lips by his so gently for a thrill, and when he didn't flinch it spurred her on.
A Certain Loss
Slowly they fade, sharp jaw lines, strong limbs, firm skin.
The radio plays Sunny afternoon, it's The Kinks
Her problem was tough, kind of dark and impenetrable. So she decided to drill him, made a hole,
I had a pimple on my nose, it wouldn’t budge it wouldn’t go and didn’t suit me there I know, this glowing carbuncle of woe.
A cold bed
Cold insecurity now slept on, feels sharp in the morning light.
Lulu loved the butterflies, she'd try to pick them up. They were so full of colour she couldn't get enough.
Let's Banish Time
Time passes too quick but only in retrospect for as we travel through it goes slow, crawling,
Pool balls, snooker balls, footballs, squash balls, potting into pockets, kicking into goals. Always out at matches, evenings, weekends never any time for anything but balls.
Being Tina Turner
When I turn my Hoover on I usually burst into a song for if I sing the notes all wrong no one can hear when my Hoovers on!
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If I were a flower
If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.
Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained
all laughter is stifled by the dank air.
No sunlight filters through, no light at all.
I am cut off from friends and faces I once knew.
Hemmed in by physical inabilities, ...