Almost Time

We walked together towards her car
She was attractive, in a precise sort of way
With her young beautiful daughter holding her arm
There was talk of a party

An announcement of a celebratory gathering
At the car she leant in towards me
She kissed my cheek, and my neck
"You will join us, won't you"

I woke with a lightness
Good to feel wanted
If only I had
Had the chance to accept the invitation

Celebrate the times of such beauty
Tie into the good times
The ways of peaceful love
Be thankful of all that your vessel is able to carry

Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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The latest dream

Tries to write over the earlier dream

I work hard to hold on to both recollections

Now I am walking home in the sunshine

I am beside the campus college library

I can hear Mneme on her mobile phone

Her joyous, infectious voice bubbles over with enthusiasm

Then I hear her say that she has seen me

She tells whoever it was she was talking to that she has to go

In the earlier dream I had been in and part caused a car accident

Involving three drivers

I could not remember my home address or other insurance details

I took the two other drivers back to Mneme's house

I was upstairs

They stood together talking at the bottom of the stairs

In a strong voice I told them not to talk until I was with them 

Mneme gave me her address book

Open at a page where all my details dropped out

My information fell and disappeared

I could not find anything whatsover about me

I began to panic

Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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What I Do, What I Don’t

I don't touch real stuff in my work life anymore

I read specifications & tender enquiries

I draw lines on paper

I work out the numbers to put in boxes

I tick off what’s done, what’s not

I write words that relieve responsibilities

I don’t touch work stuff in my real life anymore

I read books, pamphlets, papers & magazines

I draw with coloured pens, abstracts mostly

I work out numbers, to pay off debts

I tick off what’s done, what’s not

I write words that relive responsibilities

The balance sways, what I do, day by day

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Telephone Conversation

You didn't expect to feel so low

Why would you

Wasn't there laughter and lightness in her voice

Go back if you will

Analyse those thirty-one minutes

Line by line, as if a detective or forensic scientist

Better still

Write a diary note, from the distance of time

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Time On Ones Own

That there might be something in the effect of time spent alone, time spent on ones own; either by choice, or as a necessity, due to a particular way of life

When do we first notice that we are on our own

I moved to the small town of Holmfirth when I was thirteen, I left behind my friends in the tiny village of Birdsedge, some six miles away, but not until I had spent many weeks cycling to and fro.

One day I was sat in Victoria Park, Holmfirth watching some boys play football. I thought if I watched them often enough they might ask me to join them. After several days as a spectator I did join in, they became my friends, I was soon a member of their gang. 

This ice breaker led to many more friendships, more friendships than I am now able to recollect; it was a significant step, and it was a step I was conscious had to be taken. 

It was a time when I knew I was on my own.

When do we move from being uncomfortable on our own to being happy or content to be on our own.

That time sat watching the boys playing football, waiting to be asked to join in, it was not comfortable. It was probably also a discomfort to those boys, to see me sat there, sat alone, day after day. 

Yet some days not everyone would join in at football, sometimes people would go off fishing or cycling, go off doing solitary activities.

I would stay with what was left of the group. I had had enough of my time alone.

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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