Tuesday, 23 July 2024

Three Poems by Angel Edwards

 



Passengers on Train 

 

purple suited man  

rises from the fifteenth row 

solitary breeze 

still he closes the window 

 

people seem to sleep 

in rows eleven to one 

the train travels on 

breaks before the setting sun  

 

purple suited man 

greets a lady dressed in black 

she has silver hair 

they were lovers sometime back 

 

Through their lens of love 

Neither one has aged at all 

feelings have endured 

Happy friendship they recall



Lockdown   

 

They passed on the street  

their eyes met 

 

they both turned around  

to look at each other again 

The man disappeared 

around the corner 

Her minds blue eye followed him 

 

nobody else was on the street  

everyone was practising  

social distancing  

a new term sounded pleasant  

it has a sinister meaning 

 

He was dressed in  

a azure shiny velvety long coat 

 

She was not dressed up at all only venturing out after six days so far 

self isolation  

she was eager for some air and scenery 

anything to alleviate the morning hopefully nothing frightening  

nothing to make it more stressful 

to be outside  

to be alive  

during the plague shutdown 

historic event  

modern medieval  

 

he noticed her following him  

slowed his pace 

 

It's the end of walking side-by-side  

and eventually hand-in-hand 

 

Two strangers completely disobedient to the law of social distancing 

 

But it didn't matter because he was of course a ghost 



HE LIVES IN HIS HEAD 


The gentleman on the 21st floor 

charms with his collections 

of one hundred wise or witty seemingly  

his honest reflections 

 

When the hundred  

phrases  

have been said 

his memory erases 

He lives in his head 

 

Previously Published  in Peeking Cat Poetry London Uk, 2015





Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada. Member of AFM local 145. BMI SOCAN

THE ANGEL EDWARDS MUSIC ®

http://www.angeledwards.ca

 

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