On Loosing People

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How I wish I had another chance at,
Caroline,
I would rub her stomach until,
She fell asleep,

And sit there some more,
Catch her  when the nightmare ,
Threatened to be too real,
I’d tell her stories about the past,
about dragons and princesses and,

Hero’s,

I’d sit still beside her all night and,
Close my eyes and find her in,
dreams,

Of sand castles,
And sunflowers,
And puppies in the rain.

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Careful as you go

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A time will come,
When you don’t even,
Own your own body,

On the side of the road,

A full breakdown not a common,
Puncture,

Leave your heart, it’s broken,
Total mechanical failure.

What will you do?

Trust what you have given?
Love, a blue opinion?

You have only what you spent.

You think you can ride your habits,
You should be fine,

It’s just, the vehicle is suddenly inoperable.

Laugh,
Your soul no longer requires a fading heart.

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Boeing-747-8

 

He is munching on nuts,
vigorously,

Utilising the muscles he has.

He has wonderful eyes,
Hawk eyes,

Wide set and is,
Now eating a banana with a plastic spoon.

We both, have motioned for a waiter.

He is masticating on a blob of Almond paste that he,
Has scooped from a glass jar in the,

Center of the table,
With his middle finger,

Nibbling like a squirrel,

And there is something askew,
As he rushes,

To the aid of a woman carrying,
Four heavy bags.

He leaves his own where it is,
Unattended.

I wonder if he’s on drugs, or
Just a tourist,

High on Africa,
A white man free to do as he pleases –

I am a black man preparing to fly, and
Have been informed about baggage,

Left unattended.

 

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Whoosh!

short poetry, new, fresh, cityscape, mood, lighting, Hopper, painting,

 

Catch the fragrance on the suit,
Of the man in the queue in front of you,

Follow the creases as he sits,
Right up to his face,
This time, and notice,

Blue eyes, moustache,
Hair peeking out from under stiff collar,
The man is immediately the foreigner,

Hurling as he is,
The prospect that,
He may ask you to track his trajectory,

Through town, this
City of the big shoulders and,
Lost in the words of the author you are reading,

Compel you to divert your own,
Down the street,

So that you meet,
At the bar,

Where he electrifies his,
Breath with tobacco,

And you accelerate your own,
To find,

That this all happened yesterday, whoosh

Just yesterday you fell in love.

 

photo – Nighthawks by Edward Hopper on Wikipedialinux hosting

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So, health

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And so, health.

And the discussion with mum’s friend,
Who has survived beyond her,

Turns to the evolution of mattresses,

Goose down,
Luxurious but bad for your back,

Foam,

Sometimes current but initially,
Uncomfortable,

Has silver hair that frames,
Her ice blue eyes perfectly,

And deep wrinkles around her mouth,
Lighting every room she is in,

Ripe fruit can be determined by the smell of it.

A mango,
At the right time,

Will flood a kitchen with aromas that colour,
An entire home,

Disperse into cupboards and,
Dispense across living room sofas,

They can make you forget what you are doing as you,
Iron sheets,

Raising smiles in every nook and cranny…

If we live long enough,
We will die with a pocket full of medals.

Out walking this morning,
Healthy and feeling good,

I remembered my sister and her fight with Ovarian,

The frustration she expressed,
Not with the pain,

The body that would not allow her,
To spend time her own time.

Out walking I was thought,
A million dollars can change everything.

I feel now finally,
I can be happy with health.

So.
Health.

♦picture – Eartha Kitt, Wikipedia

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