SMOULDERING
©Trev Teasdel Coventry April 1969
We sit on cushioned chairs
watching television
Resting from our cares
We stare at a partition
We’ve created in our minds
And although we loath this division
It’s plain to see we’re blind.
For the words that we have spoken
are scattered in the air,
And the bonds that we have broken
We can no longer share.
And we sit in our frustration
Longing for relief
In wasteful anticipation,
We’re propped by our belief.
We’re the victims of our minds
And we’re drowning in the times
Sunk in deep self-pity
We’re a divided city.
You – the penetrating spark
You’ve grown so cold and dark
And I no longer bring
You flowers in the spring.
And here we sit and smoulder by the fire,
We’re sinking in the mire.
Anxious moments causing friction
We’re just a bad addiction.
Seeking means of conveyance
but love is in abeyance
Till we rearrange our lives
And once again play husband and wife.
Then life will have a truer meaning,
And once more I’ll see your eyes a gleaming.