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
Wednesday, 3 June 2015
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
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.....]
Sunday, 1 February 2015
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]
30/12/24: just found some of the notes for this one, and I'm not sure why I didn't include the following verse before the "do we have...." verse.
Why didn't we
Lay back in the long grass
When the sun wasn't the only thing
Getting hot
Getting hot
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