Three Poems by Edward Lee

 

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