Where does this come from?
Why do I suddenly have
A motorcar mouse?
(Who’s been visiting me
In the middle of the night
While I’m busy with daily post
On my iPhone tucked up in bed?
And not only visiting me
But randomly leaving
Blue motorcar mouses
Shamelessly on my desk!
😉
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Our secret!)
My imaginary friend
Lives in my heart
And in my mind
We have been friends from
When I was maybe five?
For when kindergarten rolled by
And time to sleep
Quiet time would arrive
And this was serious
One must follow the rules
And that would include –
No talking or laughing or playing the fool
Imaginary friend would knock on my door
And we could spend time together, hours galore
Friend forever for this I know
In my quiet times and all alone
Friend will be there for me
Hoping to keep me company
I love my friend and she loves me
But I cannot share her name
She has a beautiful name and a short one too
But I would never betray her like that
This is the only time I’ve ever acknowledged
Or spoken about
Or given a voice to
My beautiful sweet darling
Imaginary friend!
I just missed the bus
And I’m already too late
Little flower greets
Hello, little one
I love your yellow!
I wrote a poem
About a King Protea
Except the image
Contained in my book
(Not this image – better)
Is not a King type
But a bearded one
Is that a problem, you think?
Will there be lashings?
(How can you write about a King Protea and add a Bearded Protea?
How dare you?
I dare! Because its my book, and I can)
And I love the photo
And I love the name King Protea
Bearded Protea in my poem does not work
Star Wars, Tequila
Spider-Man, Happy! School Band
Notes flooding the gym
Why are there deck chairs
In the middle of Sydney?
I don’t know, Vonita
But I love the colour!
Out of ten, green
Fingers have I none – Watering
Can, please help me out
Neighbors empty swing
Echoing the voices of
Children now grown up
Sister and I—
She older than me
Mom is away
At shops for the day
Babysitter at home
But she’s occupied
Shall we jump,
The bed is free?
Mom won’t hear
Because she’s not here
Arrived from ballet
And we have so much energy
Jump, jump and jump some more
Until finally I jump to the floor
Freshly polished to make it gleam
Shoulder connects, collarbone does too
Snap!
Six year old frame breaks in two
Pain surges raw!
I’ve never felt agony before
And mom’s not here
Only babysitter, sister and me
I can’t move, I can’t walk
And I know what it feels to
Want to die
I am lost
Don’t know where I am
Don’t understand the language
The faces unfamiliar
I am unfamiliar
Uncomfortable
Fair skin, fair hair
Standing out from the crowd
I am part of the crowd
Eavesdropping because I can
I am in the movies now!
And I don’t have to hit replay
Ten million times
And I don’t have to watch this movie
Ten million times
My favourite in the whole world
The favourite for me
There is only one favourite of mine
And it has never changed
Finally, all will be revealed
The mystery and suspense forever gone
For what did Bill Murray ever whisper
Into the ear of Scarlet Johansson?
And how dare she ever act in another script
When she belongs so firmly, so rightly in
Lost in Translation!
Bonus YouTube – one I can set on replay
All through the night
I’ve been told its a Girlie Flick
Fine by me – I’m a girl!!
And a very nice one too!
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Viva!!!
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