Frustrate

Take away steadiness, steadfastness

Amble freely down the random pathways

It won't give you what you want

Although you may feel a little better

Why won't I feel any better

Do you think I need a sense of achievement

Am I born with a drive for purpose

Is that the outcome of transcendental meditation

The frustration and the anger

Is this the nature of organisational structure

Is this the change of times where time itself is lost

They don't say: be more determined, do less, but do it better

Rather they imply: do more, but do it less well, and be less inventive

Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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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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Overlay

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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