WHAT IS
The shadow of infinity
falls backwards
upon us, a reminder
of what we will never have,
no matter our denial,
or our mistreatment
of the finite
given to us.
A DANGER ONLY TO MYSELF, BUT STILL A DANGER
With a handful of words
and even less effort,
you shattered me
into a thousand shards
I could easily turn
into weapons
to wound myself
all the more,
your back turned,
your interest already
towards someone else,
someone not as prone
to turn their broken pieces
into weapons, someone
not so seemingly eager
to bleed at the first sign
of metaphorical blood.
IN YOUR EYES
The tears you said
you cried for me
took a lifetime
to fall from
your eyes
onto to your cheeks,
the lifetime we said
we would spend together
until we didn’t,
and by then
I was dead,
or as good as,
the measure
of a lifetime
seemingly mine,
as in your eyes
I ceased to exist.
Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and
photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America,
including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen, Lothlorien Poetry Journal and
Poetry Wales. His poetry collections are Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny
Bridge, The Madness Of Qwerty, A Foetal Heart and Bones
Speaking With Hard Tongues.
He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson
Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.
His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com
You have such an incredible talent you are so intuitive and when I comment it’s because you have brought out the parts of me that make my heart speak as you have spoken to mine.
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