Do you remember meeting eyes with another person and being instantly hypnotised? Do you remember that feeling tingling through your body when you get just a hint of realisation that that other person might be feeling the same?

We are not talking of love here, of course, nor is it lust. It is something equally powerful and overwhelming – but I haven’t really got a word for it.

You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? We’ve all had it a at least a few times in our lives. Don’t try to tell me that I’m the only one.

Anyway …. Sandra is doing a series on ‘when we met’ which I commend and I sort of wanted to dip my hat to her and maybe write a little song.

She is waiting for the music. I think she might wait a while – my attention span for things is getting worse.

But, as a work in progress, here it is.

***

From the very start
You had my heart
But I felt like such a fool
So eager to please
I was weak at the knees
And you were just so fucking cool
Did you see me stare?
At your disheveled hair?
Did you catch me looking at your feet?
Did you know?
From your head to your toe
You were the only girl I wanted to meet?
Did you understand?
It was nothing I had planned
But now that I would beg, or steal, or borrow
For just a brushing of your lips
For just a shudder of your hips
For just the chance. To dance. To be with you tomorrow

***

Never heard of him?

If you don’t live in Australia (and possibly even if you) that’s not too surprising. But to many of us he was an icon, forming a band (The Saints) with a couple of guys he met during school detention and forever thereafter refusing to be bound by convention.

He died a couple of days ago and will be sadly missed.

For anyone who is interested, a quick internet search will provide plenty of details of his better known works (that his songs have been covered by Bruce Springsteen might provide a hint of credibility for you Americans), but, as a small tribute, I offer something that was just a bit of fun, and recorded relatively recently.

HERE

Just responding to a prompt from here, requiring inspiration from the concept of ‘unraveling’ ….. but resulting in just more self-indulgent rubbish from me.

What else can I say?

***

He was old now, and tired. He looked down from his position on the summit and saw the great mystery stretched out before him; oceans and islands and rivers and roads and cities and churches and jails and wars and thoughts and dreams of love and hate and sex and murder and colour televisions. Above him moons and planets and stars and solar systems and galaxies. In any direction forever inward or forever outward.
Everything seemingly in place for a reason, but in a pattern so complex as to be indecipherable. To unravel it would be to dismantle it. And to dismantle it would be to render it invisible. To ascend to heaven would be to lose sight of hell. But to lose sight of hell would be to be blinded by heaven.
The weight of ignorance bears heavily on the old.
Gravity has only one direction.
He took off his robes and slowly, one painful step after another, began his descent.

***

It’s best, perhaps, that I give up on the poetry and leave it to the experts. Although, as I suggested yesterday, I’m not really sure who the experts are. And I’m not really sure if they are sure, either …..

Anyway …

For now I’ll just stick to silly verse. Nothing clever, nothing innovative, nothing complicated and …. well …. not a haiku (don’t get me started on that).

I saw a prompt this morning, here or was it here of the word ‘cold’. I don’t know if there were any other rules. I didn’t read that far. And, to be honest, it was the picture and not the word that put ideas into my head ….

Let us explore the great outdoor
Let us leave the world behind
Let us look where no-one’s looked before
And see what we can find

Oh, no, my dear. I can’t I fear
There’s nothing I can wear
Might our first stop be the dress shop?
Can we spend some money there?

Gee, ain’t that funny? I forgot my money!
But there’s nought we need to buy
No need to stress. No need to dress
There’ll be no passers by

You mean, go nude??? Don’t be so rude
Respect my modesty
For I will know what’s there on show
No matter who can see

Please, won’t you play? Let’s seize the day
Besides, it’s free admission
Come with me, where we’ll be free
To shed our inhibition

It might be nice. I like the price
But if I should be so bold
I’ll have no clothes, and without those
I’ll catch my death of cold

It will be fun. We’ll find some sun
I’m there to keep you warm
Under a tree, where I will be
Your shelter from the storm

The sun, you say? Perhaps I may
Be interested in that
I’ll take a chance and drop my pants
If you’ll at least buy me a hat