Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Anthony Ward- A Poem


I can’t just splash a smile on my face
Hoping it will wash off on others
While they sit there retentively
With their faces smudged
Expecting me to wait on them
While deciding what they want.

I can’t serve them my imperfection
And take all their criticism
While I stand there retentively
Looking down on them
All looking up to me
To serve them well.

Anthony tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including The Faircloth Review, Drunk Monkeys, Jellyfish whispers, Turbulence, Dead Snakes, Underground, The Autumn Sound, and The Rusty Nail, amongst others.

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