Occasional poetry and prose. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes happy. Original photos from around the place.
You visited me in the happiest dream,
After I thought of you for all these years.
You were there and everything was good.
We knew each other more than anyone else.
The memory of your smile breaks my heart.
The waking rain gave its sound to a dreaming shower.
He rises, impotent.
She watches while
his life pools,
his dread grows,
and then;
nothing.
Almost over the hill, but not.
A big fat girl,
flirting in the sun.
They come from every direction.
From miles around.
Along the well trodden path
To take her,
or just to look.
She’s surrounded.
Approaching with butterflies,
trembling more.
Heartbeats break the silence.
A virgin voyeur waits
to take his shot
at what he thinks he wants.
The wind changes and suddenly –
realization of his unreadiness.
She turns and looks,
as if to say
“Come and get me”.
He turns and runs,
the other way
“Not today”.
Regret and relief swirl together
As someone else steps up to tame her.
