Ann, and Anne, and Christabel-Maybelline
How to know what it might mean
Lynn, and Linda, and the younger Rosalind
Looking back how might it seem
Joy, and Julie, and Mary a once May Queen
I was so vibrant, I was a teen
Hazel, and Yvonne, and that flighty Christine
I was unsure, was this a dream
Jane, and Jill, and the vivacious, yet older Irene
What should I say, how to redeem
Vicki, Valerie, and the lively vicars daughter Jean
A test of memory to know where I've been
Desiree, Dinah, and way too easy, one-night Celine
Flowing so easily in a semi-consciousness stream
Pamela, and Susan, and the impressionable Angeline
All of this before my interview with the college dean
Carol, and Karen, and the debutante Jacqueline
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday 26 October 2017
Wednesday 25 October 2017
58
Three vestiges of sleep
To steep, half-dreaming, half-waking
Shaking round the youth I keep
Half-forgetting, half-forsaking
All alone and all together
Oft misused; best, yes, forever
Now's the time, now or never
To trace the steps, reboot the leather
Time is time, and time is ticking
Reset the alarm, rework the knitting
Were we stood, or were we sitting
At the party in the midst of middling
Another neat volume, of plain pages
Another fresh mind, one that still rages
All the while he seeks out the sages
Living inside the teenage cages
That we might reach who knows where
To find ourselves without a care
Live a life to stop and stare
Will he doubt or will he dare
To steep, half-dreaming, half-waking
Shaking round the youth I keep
Half-forgetting, half-forsaking
All alone and all together
Oft misused; best, yes, forever
Now's the time, now or never
To trace the steps, reboot the leather
Time is time, and time is ticking
Reset the alarm, rework the knitting
Were we stood, or were we sitting
At the party in the midst of middling
Another neat volume, of plain pages
Another fresh mind, one that still rages
All the while he seeks out the sages
Living inside the teenage cages
That we might reach who knows where
To find ourselves without a care
Live a life to stop and stare
Will he doubt or will he dare
Tuesday 24 October 2017
57
In the library I was in the park
In the park I was on the beach
On the beach I was in the bookshop
In the bookshop I was having dinner
Having dinner I was making love
Making love I was settling the bill
Settling the bill I was thinking of yesterday
Yesterday I was thinking of tomorrow
Tomorrow I will be fighting
Fighting the fires once more
In the park I was on the beach
On the beach I was in the bookshop
In the bookshop I was having dinner
Having dinner I was making love
Making love I was settling the bill
Settling the bill I was thinking of yesterday
Yesterday I was thinking of tomorrow
Tomorrow I will be fighting
Fighting the fires once more
Monday 23 October 2017
56
I have a desire to go
Someplace to be
Maybe to bathe in nostalgia
Or glow for the first time
In the immediacy of flirtation
I have many places in mind
But what of those
Of which I don't yet know
How should the search begin
What sparkle should my eye wear
Someplace to be
Maybe to bathe in nostalgia
Or glow for the first time
In the immediacy of flirtation
I have many places in mind
But what of those
Of which I don't yet know
How should the search begin
What sparkle should my eye wear
Sunday 22 October 2017
55
What I have
Is what I never had
What I now hold close
Is that where I didn't
Ever reach a closeness
Closer then than ever
Even without the knowing
Thus to hold tight onto
All that you gave, all
That I could not take away
Is what I never had
What I now hold close
Is that where I didn't
Ever reach a closeness
Closer then than ever
Even without the knowing
Thus to hold tight onto
All that you gave, all
That I could not take away
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