Mois: mai 2014
Dropscone drops in
Today’s guest picture was sent to me by Gavin. It shows him in front of an enormous hedge in the Botanical Gardens in Edinburgh yesterday. By coincidence, Mrs Tootlepedal and Matilda were there too yesterday but they didn’t meet Gavin. Perhaps they were on the other side of the hedge.
I had a wonderful plan to leap up early and pedal 40 miles in the early morning sunshine before breakfast. The alarm went off on cue, I woke up, the sun was shining, I rolled over and went back to sleep again. Sometimes, as Robert Burns said, the best laid plans….
I was wandering round the garden after a late breakfast, taking pictures of a fine oriental poppy…
…when who should appear on a bicycle but Dropscone. He wasn’t cycling far though, merely crossing the town to pay a bill. Having discharged this obligation, he returned for a cup of…
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Unseeable Identities
you are that unseeable identity, that
if I could touch you, I’d have to believe
that the stars have convulsed my destiny,
into a deep dense breath that passed
through your lips the last, which if I
could, I would store in my thought and
cling to you, stopping in your tracks,
.
but never did I know that I am helpless
and you were as well, and the story did end
the way it started, in anonymity of self,
by the destructive divulge, that dearth of
the flower of empathy that never sprouted,
.
its seed lost, smashed under the wheels
of your car, and your words did it all,
they hit my face with a blunt force and
I do not bleed, I am just left with shapes
of your anger, painful to sweetening while
the tears sting them with my obsession
over what was there, so trivial…
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