Thursday 8 January 2009
It's a small world. Especially in Newcastle.
I didn’t know we’d been so close
There has been much talk tonight of how I’m over the road
from someone we don’t have in common. I peer
out of my window and spy the right coloured door
and we laugh. I am watching now, though, for signs.
I have my eye open for you. You must’ve walked right by me
yesterday; my bed is right by the window.
I did tell you the number I lived at once.
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2 comments:
A subtle feeling, conveyed.
I like the surprise of 'someone we don't have in common' - this is something you do quite often, isn't it.
I'm in awe of your choosing two titles each time (for the poem and for the blog post) - i have huge trouble selecting one per piece of work!
Ah, thank you! What comments.
Actually, I also find titles hard. The blog title notsomuch because it tends to be more, um, autobiographical. Sometimes I think I find it easier now because I've had to do so many on the blog, but really I think I just settle on a title sooner, as inevitably I only have a few hours (at the most!) to really think about it.
Thanks for dropping in!
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