I found out today that a piece of my writing is to be published in a small anthology of poetry. Extremely surprised and deeply gratified at the same time. A nice feeling.
A Funny Old Life
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Thursday, 19 November 2009
A Story
I heard a story today
a little boy
about 3 or 4
his mother wasn't very nice to him
gave him no love or affection
berated his every idea
broke all his child's dreams and the little boy
who was a long way short of dim
learnt to survive
he loved his mother
but she didn't love him
so he learnt to close off
he learnt to read adult books at the age of 7
and devoured books on a twice daily basis
and then, at 9, he found that he must have been really bad
for he was sent away to school and left there
so he learnt
he grew apart from his sister
whenever she hurt him in play.
So he had the lesson repeated many times
when you love anyone, especially a woman
they are going to hurt you
the little boy felt angry but powerless
the boy grew up
he coped
he tried
but the man he had become had forgotten about the little boy
and the little boy now held power in the man's thoughts
a nudge here
a tweak there
and the little boy brought the man much pain
and then
one day
when the man's life was mostly run
he heard the voice of the little boy
and realised
what had been happening
the man sought help
in turn it brought him to a counsellor
very highly recommended by a very good friend
who made the little boy tell the story
as the man listened
and thats when I heard the story
of the little boy
I was the little boy
and I was then the man
and now I am me
who has both of them in him
and knows it
I missed a bit
the little boy
when he read his books
and didn't approach his mother
was praised by his father for his behaviour
"Your mother is a little excitable, son."
middle class euphemism
for mad as a spoon
A Funny Old Life
a little boy
about 3 or 4
his mother wasn't very nice to him
gave him no love or affection
berated his every idea
broke all his child's dreams and the little boy
who was a long way short of dim
learnt to survive
he loved his mother
but she didn't love him
so he learnt to close off
he learnt to read adult books at the age of 7
and devoured books on a twice daily basis
and then, at 9, he found that he must have been really bad
for he was sent away to school and left there
so he learnt
he grew apart from his sister
whenever she hurt him in play.
So he had the lesson repeated many times
when you love anyone, especially a woman
they are going to hurt you
the little boy felt angry but powerless
the boy grew up
he coped
he tried
but the man he had become had forgotten about the little boy
and the little boy now held power in the man's thoughts
a nudge here
a tweak there
and the little boy brought the man much pain
and then
one day
when the man's life was mostly run
he heard the voice of the little boy
and realised
what had been happening
the man sought help
in turn it brought him to a counsellor
very highly recommended by a very good friend
who made the little boy tell the story
as the man listened
and thats when I heard the story
of the little boy
I was the little boy
and I was then the man
and now I am me
who has both of them in him
and knows it
I missed a bit
the little boy
when he read his books
and didn't approach his mother
was praised by his father for his behaviour
"Your mother is a little excitable, son."
middle class euphemism
for mad as a spoon
A Funny Old Life
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Monday, 9 November 2009
Untitled Quote
“I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things:a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Random Musings on Beauty
A perfect half moon in the only gap in a mountainously cloudy winter night sky, bisected by a single contrail and surrounded by a halo of stars.
Glancing from a speeding vehicle, en passant, at a particular hotel room one autumn evening, noting that the lights were on and the curtains were drawn: smiling and hoping that that the current occupant was as happy there as I had been during my stay.
The hug of an old, old friend - after many years apart.
Probably the best love I have ever made and being in the company of the woman I loved most in life for the first time: a day unlike any other.
The sight of lovers standing: each seeing only the eyes of their love.
The warm glow of red brick when painted by the sunrise of a cool spring morning.
The smell of my two-month-old grandniece’s hair: she is just so gorgeous.
A mid summer leafed tree overhead.
There is a season for love
Its called Life
Change and time
Time, the great anodyne healer, has moved on.
Every day I miss her terribly but I no longer miss her terribly every moment of every day.
In some ways thats incredibly sad but its also a huge relief. I have quite enough to cope with ......
A Funny Old Life
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