Kooky Valentine
Here's how romance works in our house~
Mr: I
bought you roses! From a petrol station (giggles.)
Me: You
know you can't eat the shop bought ones- they put spray on them!
Mr: Perhaps
you could put them in a vase?
(Both laugh
hilariously.)
It has a
sort of Theatre Of The Absurd vibe to it.
Here is a poem, untitled, written once upon a time before Mr. I like it a great
deal but it only existed before now as biro lines in an old notebook. It
deserves better. As a love poem, it's unorthodox. It's more about freedom from the tyranny of love.
This is not the girl
Whose song
you sing
Not the one
you think of
Not the one
you love
She's the
one who walks alone
Who sings
where no one ever hears
And what she
dreams you'll never know
And if she
ever leaves that path
Her
footprints always bear that witness
Where she's
been brings her where she is
And the
feel of cool rock
Lasts as
long as songs and love.
Comments
I love that Geo and you are vase twins. AND I love your happy luck cat. I'm not a kleptomaniac but I can see my evil twin filching it off your shelf and then flashing you a kooky smile. (TMI?)
Seriously, Lils, I wanted to make mention of the Theatre of the Absurd bit but it might be too marvelous for words. I hear the lightly maniacal laughter, btw. Quite excellent.
Here's what I'm thinking. This can't end here. We must have something to take the place of FSF now we have this amazing gang of people all cross-pollinating.
That said, I've been thinking about this all day. I'm sort of cross with myself for not having typed over at Sus's place that I was flanked by two angels. She on one side, you, the other.
Finally, I love the opening line,
'this is not the girl.'
Bit of a poem and universe all its own, yes?
xxooxxoooxxoooxoxo
Happy Valentine's Day, my sweet.
Maneko-neki is solar powered, so she spends all day waving in luck and can have a rest by night. I knew you'd like her :-)
Very much enjoying the FSF stuff: it's an encouragement to dabble and rediscover. I began a story about a reluctant angel, which your comment has reminded me of- no idea where that went but thanks to the mould threat do have a lot of old papers to sift through and save. Something good will come of it. If I were a traditional looking angel I would have scruffy wings, I think, with bits of hedge stuck in my feathers. I could fly over for coffee :-) xxx
Here's what came to me this morning for our next joint effort: a closure piece. To bridge false starts with success, we have a collect of posts that have something to do with closure on one era and the opening of another.
Your poem makes me smile, too. A sad smile. We all want someone who truly knows the real us... to love us. Good job.