roger waldron

Thank you for taking the time to read my little throwaway poem
love to see your thoughts 🛋️

morning Saturday
here’s my little “throwaway” poem for Valentines Day taken from
“My C&A Years published by Dreich
#ValentinesDay
#poetry #poems

Love it …we need to hear more about Savage Sue and the rest of the crew

we decided to undress Each garment was dropped carelessly to the floor as we revealed the secrets of our flesh It took some time Our movements not being as nimble Our limbs not as lithe as before Stiff, feeble fingers fumbled adolescently with buttons, belts and clasps. Until we stood before one another Shrivelled Sagging Slack and In the buzzing glow of the electric fire. Beautiful

#PoemsAbout #Undressed

It’s the electric fire…love it

Thank you Roger so pleased you enjoyed my little throwaway 🛋️

thank you Rachel it really does mean a lot and thank you for reposting 🛋️

apparently John with poetry you have to give the reader a bit of work to do… and I’m still on Ted Hughes
‘Crow’ 🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️

naughty naughty John
tbh I never thought of that 🤦‍♂️

Thank you Sue so much
really appreciate your thoughts and support 🛋️

Sue does it again and again
with so few words 👏👏👏

And thank you Jen for reposting 🛋️

So pleased my little throwaway poem made you chuckle 🛋️

Afternoon Friday
here’s my little ‘throwaway’ poem for
#PoemsAbout #Undressed
and thank @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poems
and hope everyone everywhere has a great weekend 🛋️🛋️🛋️

John at his brilliant best 👏👏👏

Thank you Glen
Life is a mini monologue 🛋️

Thank you Rachel 🛋️ so much 🚮

Thank you John your comments mean a lot 🛋️

Thank you for reading and making a comment… yes it’s domestic, I don’t know how to write anything else 🛋️🤷‍♂️

Thank you Jen for your lovely comment 🛋️

Thank you Elizabeth for your ‘fantastic’ comment

Afternoon Friday
here’s my little throwaway’ poem
for #PoemsAbout #mouths
And thank you to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
#poems #poetry
hope everyone everywhere has a lovely weekend and stays dry from a very wet Sheffield 🛋️🦉

4. Ermine Moths Before I became what I am I could only crawl, tell brightness from darkness, taste odours. Born in this half light so we would not be food we hid ourselves behind placed webs, made all darker while our mouths ate all sweet succulence, before each of us spun a hardness for ourselves where we grew tall noses, delicate wings to reach the sun. Abandon these bare stems our younger selves emptied all the juice out into us. World is now greenish blue. My long nostrils tell me she's not distant. Her taste unfurls. Age alters our senses remaking all. I sense outside this entwined, closed in tall.

Here is a poem called "Ermine Moths" from the titular sequence of my new collection "Hedgerow of Voices" JCStudio Press 2026 for #PoemsAbout #Miuths

another great piece from Sue
and we have a saying
“You never see a dentist on a push bike” 🛋️

roger Waldron being poetic
Live at The Lescar
#poetry #poetslive
#BlueSkyPoets 🛋️

Thank you Dean for your kind comments pleased you enjoyed 🛋️

Thanks John and we are having a new kitchen in a couple of weeks
this one has done it’s job

Hi Sue
Yes I’m here 🛋️

Hiya Rachel
thank you for laughing at my little “throwaway” play for today 🛋️

Thank you Debra so pleased you enjoyed enjoyed my little “throwaway” 🛋️