Momentary Bachelor

Momentary Bachelor short poem

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Alone in the house
Ghosts holding their breath
Slick sound of cotton socks
On polished floorboards
Middle aged man turned young
A six year old doing figure eights
Music on the stereo
Ice cream in elbow crook
Family two time zones distant
Thinks to himself, This is it
How it would have been
If I’d stayed in the band
Refused to salute the corporate flag
Grown my hair out
Shacked up instead of settling down
Freedom of noise and motion
Read those unopened books
Sewn more oats than a Quaker,
Aching with that fantasy
Freedom to say go off and fly
Anywhere at any time
Have another drink and enjoy
Waking up somewhere novel
Tasked with deducing his location
By the angle of the sun the way
The natives took their coffee

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Chandrama Deshmukh

The images in your poem are so full of life, they talk to you.
As you think to yourself ‘what could have been’, you are touching the souls of many who share these same thoughts.
Your poems feel real. Like having a conversation with some long lost friend.


I read a reluctanct freedom, Time will tell wether comfortable with it or nay.
If I have read you wrong please put me on right path.


Sorry should have added I enjoyed reading very much my cup of poetry.


Thankyou for explaining so yes a reluctant freedom as you look forward to the re-union.

ammu sachariah

I enjoyed your poem. Solitude is not a freedom but a curse sometimes.



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