Personal Collumn (Poetry)
31st October 2009
One idle moment, hungry for a thrill
invented a liason — let dreams touch —
brushing past each other in the street
to seek a shadow waiting by the clock.
They wrote small fictions in the lonely hearts —
its columns full of narrow human need —
photofits in words drew warning signs —
bland dot-to-dots too colourless to read —
particulars that numb the hopeful pulse
so mortal they might curse the fairytale
where romance lies encoded in the print
advertising fantasies for sale...
Each stretched the truth — invented a new play —
gave themselves a lead more glamorous
than life afforded — and reaching for the moon
imagined final scenes grown amorous...
They missed each other — neither gave a glance
and hurried on, already sure their date
would be a let down — not the perfect match —
too ordinary — too desperate — and too late.
invented a liason — let dreams touch —
brushing past each other in the street
to seek a shadow waiting by the clock.
They wrote small fictions in the lonely hearts —
its columns full of narrow human need —
photofits in words drew warning signs —
bland dot-to-dots too colourless to read —
particulars that numb the hopeful pulse
so mortal they might curse the fairytale
where romance lies encoded in the print
advertising fantasies for sale...
Each stretched the truth — invented a new play —
gave themselves a lead more glamorous
than life afforded — and reaching for the moon
imagined final scenes grown amorous...
They missed each other — neither gave a glance
and hurried on, already sure their date
would be a let down — not the perfect match —
too ordinary — too desperate — and too late.