As usual, I have not posted anything for some time. This can be put down to fact (the sad reality) that I am old, boring and uninspired. Nevertheless I still feel a need to indicate that I draw breath and have not, just as yet, passed to the other side.
My habit is to make comment on the work of others, work about which I am frequently humbled and, just a little bit, intimidated.
My comments are frequently self-defensive and bordering on trite. I suspect that my lack of talent is equaled only by my lack of courage.
Anyway ….
I did write a response to a wonderful poem from my distant pal, Cyranny, but I am not sure that it works well, if it works a little bit, or if it is just bloody horrible. Cyranny herself cannot be relied upon to give an honest appraisal. Hers, clearly, is considerably better …. Here is what I am talking about
My own poem, I think, is about a girlfriend that I once had (‘once had’, I suppose, suggests a position of ‘ownership’ – nothing, I assure you, could be any further from the truth) who seemed to spend most of her life in a bikini. I can’t really remember what she looked like in winter. But she treated me (now that I think about it) with a fair degree of condescension for all 12 months of the year.
Here is what I wrote to Cyranny. Tell me if it is terrible and I will attempt a stylistic transformation before making further contributions.
At the other end of winter
When the path is clear
You appear.
In dreams
Little schemes
Tricks of the mind
I pretend to find
You
Melting in the snow
But I know
That you live only in summer
Sun on your skin
Safe within
Your world
Unfurled on your bed
Your head resting
Cynically testing
A love
I could betray
By looking away
This treasonous season
No reason
‘Tis my fate
To wait
And pretend
At the other end
Of winter.
Richmond Road 
I, for one, think your response is splendid, sir.
However, I know little of these matters and therefore my opinion should be duly discarded.
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No no … I will embrace your opinion without question.
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And for this I am honoured.
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I like it 👍
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Thanks for a pretty picture, not the gross (in my lowly opinion as a woman) suits you see today, often without a beach in sight, but I digress, as I usually do. Love your poem and the honesty that always comes through when you write.
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I certainly wasn’t trying to be gratuitous with the bare skin. That’s what she looked like. She must have gone into hibernation in winter. Or to Hawaii. I can’t remember which.
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She was beautiful, no question
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Great poem! I love it! Very powerful and telling!
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lovely tribute to your bikini girl … I prefer summer but am far beyond bikinis!
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Dear Brutus… I wish I could express how honored I am, everytime one of my little poems tickles your inspiration. I might seem a bit biased by now, but I get thrilled each time I read your ”replies”. I’d keep writing poetry just to be sure you did as well 😉 This ode to your bikini girlfriend totally works, and I am sorry I haven’t taken the time to thank you for it before… Life is really getting in the way these days, not meaning that I didn’t appreciate this little gem! xx
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A pleasure it is as always
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