All entries for January 2006
January 26, 2006
Sit on my feet and lean back against my legs.
If your own give out
From standing too long
Keep my feet on the ground
Else I might fly with the buzz
You give me
When your feet give out
And you lean on my legs.
January 15, 2006
"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast."
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple"
"To fall in love with oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance."
"I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner: the buter would probably get on my cuffs."
"Fortunately, in England at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever."
"I do hate people who are not serious about meals. it is so shallow of them."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
January 13, 2006
My Creative writing assignment is exactly 4000 words long.
This makes me very happy.
January 07, 2006
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January 05, 2006
In the afternoon
Cast shadows like fingers
Reaching for something.
Who knows what the shadows
of plants want?
January 01, 2006
What use is speed?
When even Atlanta had to cheat herself
To get a man.
Bears the weight of a heavy heart
And you’ll have that.
If I were to loose a breast
I could scarce be less feminine
And still unable
To draw Cupid’s bow.
Never a Nymph
And while for my own sake
I would not change
My warrior’s arms
And the height that lifts me
Above the multitude
For those lithe limbs,
I keep finding that
The world loves an independent woman
From a distance.
Jan 9th 2002
You cleaned out your filing cabinet today
You showed me the snapshots.
Black and white photographs
Of you as a boy in India.
Spot Daddy in the rugby team photo
And you again,
The car you drove,
A few old girlfriends
You met before Mum.
Pictures of Mum
In 70’s glasses
And uncontrollable hair
That you scrape back into a plait on work days
Captured in black and white
All those long years
Before I was even thought of.
It’s a strange feeling
Finding the people you have known longer than anyone
Are the people you know least of all.
August 13th 2003
You have to train your eye
To see past the overtones
Of “mummy” and “daddy”
Of “Responsible parent”.
Your mind starts adding in automatically
The wrinkles and damage of however many years.
It’s hard to phase out.
You keep seeing and recognising
Noting what’s the same, skimming what isn’t.
You have to notice the differences
And put aside your feelings.
Not “That’s my mother”, but
“That’s the girl who will someday be my mother.”
So much thinner…
Then one photo stands out.
With this I don’t have to force my head around the idea
That this is not the 40something woman
But the 20something girl
Dressed up for a 60’s themed disco
And posing for the camera
In exactly the same way
As one day
Her daughter will too.
I look down and see my mother’s legs
In part her contribution to my chromosomes
My height and hair and half my face.
My hands and feet: my fathers.
And they were once me.
Naïve, lovesick, cold and wearing stupid heels:
As stupid, lost and fallible as me.
The mud on her shoes from the Town Moor
Or Exhibition park, not Jepherson Gardens
The Lake on campus or a Leamington back garden.
They lost their way as many times as me.
You realise that, and you start to see
Adults as people too
And still feeling their way, uncertain.
If that is the case,
Why shouldn’t there be, someday,
Some far distant day,
A girl or boy
With my long legs
And half my face
Sitting on the top deck of a bus
Writing poems about photographs