Sunrise...

Once upon a time there was a funeral director

who had words spoken about him behind his back.

“He’s 73” “Never married” “Like a robot”

were some of them.

“Just once it would be good to see him show something...

Anything” was another.

But he faced his duties with a stony gaze –

a dry cinder block.

Only at night did he erupt –

tears for his never-wife and never-children,

asking himself why his fear to love

had led him to mourn them anyway.

New Writing Group for the Wyre Forest Area

Hi Folks,

I am starting up a new writers group for support and encouragement. If you're interested leave a message or send me an email. ajsproof@yahoo.co.uk

Funnies

Looking for Group Comic

Sunrise Bedtimes 2

http://sunrisebedtimes.blogspot.com/

Once upon a time there was a normal man
who stumbled upon something that made him cry.
He wasn't one in a million, in that way,
but in the literal way,
just another man with no extraordinary gift or knowledge.
Then the telly played musician of the year
on his little i-phone
as he walked to work,
and the speed of the fingers' music
on the keyboard was both beautiful
and depressing.
A car of youths screamed past, yelling
and startling his tears...
... he didn't know where the sadness began.

Sunrise Bedtimes

My go at a Tweebird-inspired mini: See his at
http://sunrisebedtimes.blogspot.com/

Once upon a time there was a very old man
who sat in a window
dribbling his daily dinner.
He had buried his wife, a son and a lover.
He saw their faces in the face of the young carer
as she spooned his food.
He could walk if he wanted,
he could wash himself too,
and yet he wandered why they treated him
like a child.