Glad to see the back of you – dVerse Poetics

This week’s dVerse Poetics is asking us to consider calendars – whether it’s our weekly planner, a diary for this year almost gone, a brand new one for next year – and get those words down for all to see.

I think I’ll let the poem speak for itself. Please visit dVerse to read the other thoughts of my fellow poets!

– Glad to see the back of you –

This year I wanted time to
just before I knew
that I needed no more change.
But only in hindsight,
only after the fact
(that I still can’t swallow).
A bitter pill
stuck in my throat,
razor sharp edges
that cut,
a scab that I pick at
just to make sure.
That I loved you enough.
That I was good enough.
That there was time enough
to fit in a life’s worth of you.
There are too many dates
that stick in my mind,
numbers have the power
to bring me to my knees.
2014 – be better.

Installation – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!


Copyright – Sean Fallon

– Installation –

“Hey, Gene, look at this! They must have taken over the outside space as well!”

“I love the juxtaposition of its comment on the destruction of society… ooh, it’s so clever, I could eat it right up!”

“I know… especially when you think about the decadence inside, not to mention the gallery itself, established by patriarchy, funded by private industry. It really is something.”

“Look, I’m going to take a few photos. This will fit into my PhD thesis. My professor will be stunned.”

“Mind your backs, guys! Watch out for the dustcart!”

“Hey! Stop! This is a great work of art!”

“Err, no, it’s not. The dress shop next door is having a re-fit.”


Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Down the rabbit hole – dVerse Form for All

Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All!

Today, we are attempting the ode in the style of Pablo Neruda, the Nobel prize-winning Chilean poet who developed his own style of ode, dedicated to the mundane, the ordinary, the everyday.

My mundanity is something most of us have to contend with, and yet I think we kind of love it, even if it doesn’t make us happy all of the time…

I hope you enjoy my offering…


– Down the rabbit hole –

You drive me
to achieve what
I would fail
to do
myself –
in the morning
you hustle and
chivvy me
along to
the rhythm of
my beating
heart –
‘Don’t be late,
don’t be late’
you cry
as if you
were Alice’s
white rabbit
brought to life –
every mechanical,
clinking, clanking
to save my from myself,
from the terror
of missed trains
and the ire
of irate colleagues –
and yet my love
for your
turns sour in an
when I forget
to silence you
at weekends.
O alarm clock –
are you my master
are your hands
in mine,
when all is said –
and done?