Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thank you, mtmynd

Thank you, WIREMAN

Much apprecitated

Thank you, the mingo

I received a letter
informing me
that you were dead,
had been dead
about eight years.

It was from a firm
seeking to help claim
any money due
from the deceased.

Hard to see you
as the deceased.
Not seen you
in over thirty years.

No emotion, no tears;
end of an era which included
childhood and the ...

Odd the past. It can haunt like aghost. Good poem.

Said and having said moves on. Thank you, the mingo

Thank you, the mingo

Good capture.

Thank you

Lydia woke to grunting
and soft giggling.

Her big sister
and boyfriend
were in the other bed
having ago.

In the darkness
Lydia didn't know
of such things,
being only young,
in the smaller bed;
it seemed like
a birthday party game
and a bit of a lark
in the dark.

The other bed
was creaking
and the ...

Hit the target well

Good solid poetry.

Thank you, creativesoul

Lizbeth lay on her bed,
kicked off her shoes
in case her moaning mother
came up and moaned
about the shoes
on the eiderdown.

Afternoon light
through the window.

Benny. His name.

Had him here that once.
Wanted him to,
but he wouldn't.

What's it like?
The other girl said
find out yourself.

But ...