Party of One

From the corner of the room
where even the shadows hide from themselves,
along with the remains of the day
and everything worth saying, I stand
as close as the paper to the wall,
listening to your smile.

© D. Archer. September 2012

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Dropping the dog’s lead

If I hadn’t dropped
my dog’s lead
I would have had
no reason to
turn back;

I would never have met you
walking your dog;
no universal coincidence
for you to smile; to chat.

In Winter I return
to the park on the hill;
and wander; could chance
be kind twice?

Just in case
I walk another loveless mile
Just in case
I see you and feel
the warmth of your smile.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011 

Stop smiling please

Half of one second
in your line of sight
and I forget
what
I
was
going
to
say,
it
was
something
possibly
about
that
other
thing,
stop smiling woman,
I can’t concentrate!

A few comments I posted on a Facebook friends page when she was facing a fashion crisis of epic magnitude,

“The woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has the lustre of beauty no matter what she wears”.

Words by Anne Rophie, sentiment by by D, Archer, small fat bloke.

“Brush your teeth, your smile is enough” by D, Archer, small fat bloke.

“No stage light could ever fill the room as much as your smile”. by D, Archer, small fat bloke.

“Take your shoes and socks off, walk in the grass, a mirror is but a reflected image, your smile is the reflection of your soul”. by D, Archer, small fat bloke.

Here endeth the lesson.  

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011