My Desire – 23rd July 1993

There’s a hole in my heart
My desire has left for three days
The intensity of our relationship
Burns brightly as we wait for each other

The emptiness is unbearable
My desire is to be by your side again
So we can stand together
And face the world full-on

25th Aug 2024 – I’m taking a guess at the date and that this is about Bronwyn. I can’t imagine writing that last line when I was with Emma or Cherry but I could be wrong. I do wish I’d dated things that I wrote in the past!

Time – 13th July 1993

Oh sweet gentle time
You tick on by
Restless as the wind, your movement
Forever trudging onward
Breathing life’s soft sigh

You wait for no man it’s said
Your passing is forever
A memory of a moment
Of a second, a thought, a blink of the eye
Is gone in no time

Time is moving on leaving us behind
Now you are my obsession
To catch up, to keep up
To run with the wind
And hold onto you forever

Fruit Salad – 2nd June 1993

The real banana said “You’re an imposter” – she was the apple of his eye. The yellow-skinned imposter smiled. His face twisted like he’d just sucked a lemon.

“No I’m not” he objected. It was their first date. He had sucked her dry. Once a grape, now a raisin.

The man with the pineapple haircut interjected “Excuse me. I don’t think the cream and cottage cheese were necessary in such large amounts.” He thought the imposter was a pervert. He wasn’t wrong. The cream was whipped.

The imposter slipped on the banana. He fell – it was a peach! Caught in the act. Plum-dumb.

Still life isn’t a bowl of cherries.

2nd Aug 2024 – Submitted to dVerse OLN – just for fun!

Sat In The Park – 10th March 1993

Sun crosses low in the sky
But with enough heat to warm the air
Except for when clouds cover over
And breeze blows hard across the water

A girl feeds the ducks
Lost in her thoughts but here now comfort
Children run around and drop
Their expensive ice creams on the floor

The colleges discuss their theories
At lunchtime or play ball on the grass
And executives take five from their humdrum jobs
And eat their sandwiches, this morning prepared

Dogs run around leaving their mark
Unaware of any dire consequences
And grannies shuffle along with their shopping
Feeling more secure away from the city

All around, the traffic buzzes
Reminding you where you really are
This man-made paradise is a mere diversion
From what waits when you leave

At least people seem happy here
Or come here to think through some advice
When they leave they can take something with them
A reminder of their happiness found