2015-02-24: Don't Call Me

Don't call me baby
I am not your child,
I have my own life,
I have my own mind.

Don’t call me duck
Or bird, or hen
Wherever you come from
I’m no feathered friend.

I have a name
So use it
And if you can’t
Don’t call me

2006-12-13: Traveller

Sat on a train

going nowhere.

Sounds like the story

of my life.

A perpetual traveller

who never quite arrives.

[I've been kicking myself for not writing about anything other than emotions (seriously, how old I am ? And me with a Significant Milestone Birthday now less than a year away !). In addition I've been struggling to find time to work on or finish the fragments I do have. So I took a notebook along when I knew I might be sitting in a waiting room for some time. And came across this from 2006.....]

2015-02-01: Unfinished business

"Why didn't we...." 

You ask in a drunken call

I didn't hear regret

Just curiosity.

I don't remember

The question

Being asked,

Or anyone saying no.

Why didn't we

Ever steal a kiss

When we had

Too much to drink.

Why didn't we

Run naked into the sea

Just you and me

Against the world.

Why didn't we

Fall laughing into bed

And get to know each other

In an entirely different way.

Do we have unfinished business,

you and I ?

Or did the opportunity

Simply pass by.

And in hindsight

Is it simply that

The memory of maybe

Is sweeter than regret

[So this one has been in progress for a while, and recent things in my life have meant I haven't had the time to work on it. But the gap has also helped me rethink it slightly so I'm hoping it works in it's current form. It is based on a number of different events and conversations, some of which did involve me, and others I simply observed]