comment, been asked to write?
has it all overtaken the urge
to say the things you hope,
the words you think.
one is important as the other.
i told him that i do not get
angry as expected, try to do
told him about the situatiom,
why i cannot drink
hot chocolate, now.
yet i shall comment soon,
and just maybe
try the drink again.
except when we are not, except
when we forget. or we are not
there are lists and diaries, notes
and reminders, days set aside for certain
tasks. it has to be done, when
there is only one
to do it.
yet, oh the shame, the horror
if we miss a trick, or lose the
eventually we will know,
that none of it matters.
even though it all does.
( prompted by 52.60. )…Continue
. the timetable .
Posted on February 19, 2015
is on the front bedroom wall,
a reminder of other days, and latin.
homework, was a separate issue.
seems we will return, see those places.
she says it is all changed, so have
i . seems like another life, as i
we shall go to the museum.
more than we can write. erase
and unpick the seams. words tarry,
waver and leave this place, this room,
scuttle back into corners. sweep the house clean,
cross the words and know that when the time is right,
they will come again, dripping from fingers,
folded , torn, photographed in plenty.
wondered about misspelling, maybe
missed the point?