i
seeking meaning through sorrows
we look in the wrong places
sit round the wrong corners
turn over the wrong stones
get the wrong ideas
wrong wrongs..
ii
that´s MY poem says monkey
it is about human folly
did nt take long..
kind of wrote itself..
a lack of belief
a rather sad song..
don´t think i will bother
again
pain comes from pain..
iii
tell us about your life
lily?
cheer us!
interest us!
rework an old memory-!
ok-
what about time and
what have you?-(**** on
that..)
well, i was about eight
or nine and would ride my bike
up and down dale-big-something-
little-something and one day my friend
ian turns into the path of an over-
taking car and splats him on the windscreen
and on the bonnet and finally onto the road-
the wind had done it ..
or anyway, i would ride that
way there after..it took me to a hole in a fence
and through a wood to a quarry and that gate or gap
or lack of anything solid to a rise in terrain and a gentle
***** to the waters edge..i liked it here and i did not. once
some evil gathering settled not far away and i wondered in my
little head-how can this be..but it was sandy and white and the
water perfectly reflected the sky..the water was only three inches deep and the lime or chalk was as white as can be. there was a small cliff not far away which it was possible to traverse to the top where there was a bush. i wondered about exploring but even in this rash and exciting and curious place, i was cautious.so, i stood by the waters edge having armed myself with the longest stick in christendom for as to gauge depths. this of course was of the utmost importance. (you know, quicksand and tarzan etc..!)i should say it was perfectly silent and this was another strangeness-no birds sang and no breeze to sigh. just nothing.
i pushed the stick as far as i could into the silt without releasing my grip and without falling forward. without losing a shoe. i shudder now to picture myself. how dangerous was this. i don´t know..but then after a while something strange occurred. i can´t remember how it began. i stood and wondered at this phenomena-
from out of the water came an apparition-like a film across a screen.
just a gossamer covering rising in the air.it did n´t get very high and was about fifty feet or less away.it held me transfixed! for from the air came voices singing! harmonies, i did not know this concept. but
that is what it was..mans voices and women´s voices sang..and here is a detail that i remember clearly. i listened to them and formulated distinctions and comparisons-(do u like young sheldon?!)between the men and women. I preferred the females. (was this blossoming sexuality?) but the longer i thought and listened and thought: they must be very beautiful!?the quieter became the male and stronger became the female..there were no words and it was more like a humming or a prolonged laaaaaaaa..(some comparison might be made with the scene in 2001 a space odyssey on the approach to saturn, is it..?can ´t remember,) . this sound was far more gentle and relaxing..i wonder if it was all in my mind because of the alacrity of their responses..i thought how beautiful the women must be and straight away their voices became dominant. how it ended i don´t recall. i just thought better be getting home and went away with many a wary glance over my shoulder i suppose...tbc..
lily takes a sip of water and turns the page-