Limbo


I’m present, but not.

Eyes drifting

their attention’s shifting

to positives greener,

anywhere but with me, here.

Constantly assessing my words,

misinterpreting thought,

caught

in limbo,

nowhere to go.

A know-not in a room of knows.

 

Subconscious flagellation,

uncomfortable

brain and tongue freeze,

ease

out of the room

to solitude, just for a moment.

It’s the vacant half smiles,

the application of absence,

moving away,

a social stray,

more fun to have elsewhere,

anywhere but with me today.

 

Sat under a London plane

ashamed and blamed.

Soothing breeze, pleased

away from the crowd,

a good crowd,

with more than a pinch

of idealism,

of altruism.

 

To wish on a stone

enter without ripples,

to submerge without fear,

to get respect from a peer,

to actually enjoy, right now, here.

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That’s today entered

With a full stop

On top

Of date, time, when, where and who

Put that task

In its priority queue

 

The alarm’s set

For 3.15 Thursday

With two days warning

To remind me in the morning.

Wait, don’t do!

Undo

Rewind the time

Get it right this time


 

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This poem was inspired by a Nan. A humorous, deeply loving Nan with lovely stories, an always welcoming smile and a constant supply of sweets. The modern age provides a plethora of solutions for an ageing lady.


Do I look a wally

With this tartan shopping trolley?

No, it looks alright.

It’s a bit grannyish

Yeah but it gets you out

To get the food you talk about.

 

What’s that for?

It’s a claw

To pick things up off the floor

When your back

Won’t bend, but crack

Stops you lying there, flat

 

I’m not wearing that

What the heck!

Bit of chord ’round me neck.

It’s for your glasses,

why this pair has lasted

Longer than the other eight.

 

Well that’s just silly

A single, two footed slipper.

Yeah, you’re probably right about that.