Edward Clapham Poems
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There also is my place, where I explore my understanding
Of words that are said and thoughts revealed, interpretations made;
Intimacy shared and dissected, speculations proffered and discarded,
And wisdom is given and received, the acolyte at the master’s feet.
It is my space and, like another place, is defined
By boundaries that keep us within the precincts of confidentiality;
Although I unspokenly stretch these boundaries to my own ends,
And bring my world into the professional arena of supervision.
I look within, to my past and the life I...
We Do Not Choose Love
We do not choose love, though it may seem that way
in the ceaseless dance of man with woman,
when hot fires urge us to approach and flirt and
hope it leads to more exciting things.
We do not choose love, though we may try
and prowl the jungles of the pub, or night club
or email universe, full of evermore glittering stars
that draw us on, with promises seldom kept.