Tuesday, 18 April 2023

UNDER THE GREAT CLOCK

 

At the Café underneath the great clock,

He sat waiting there suited and booted

Perched on the edge of his seat, restless

As he watched the great clock hands moving

Slowly, as they ticked off the minutes

His palms sweated and his heart pounded

As he waited beneath the great clock face

“What am I doing?” He asked himself

“A blind date! what was I thinking, madness”

He was too old for blind dates, far too old

Why did he agree, what would they talk about?

He wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was

More Wilson Philips than Wilson Picket

But there she was, not too young, and lovely

His mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint

“I was terribly nervous about tonight”

She said putting him straight at his ease

As she slipped off her coat effortlessly

With natural elegance and easy grace.

As he took off his own coat, he hit his arm

On the wall, bumped into a woman,

And knocked over a cruet, she laughed

At his discomfiture, but not mockingly      

And sympathetically she bade him sit

YOUNG ANNE

 

Anne stood on a still riverbank, peaceful,

In that silent and untroubled location

But she knew well that was the very last time

She would stand in that special place alone

A joining of hearts in the days to come

Meant her life would be forever altered.

But remembrances filled her young head

Of when her own council was all she had

But no more since he entered her life

A soul mate, kindred spirit and lover

A friend and yet so much more besides

The other half of her, found at long last

And with this new stranger reunited

They will share the love that is requited

QUITE UNAFFECTED

 

She was beautiful, elegant, and graceful

And held herself with dignity and poise

Yet was unaware of her own attraction

At school, boys of her age, for want of her

Cried themselves to sleep, and not only boys,

But she was unaware of the effect she had,

She turned heads and yet did not notice

This was not arrogance or even aloofness

She just did not see herself as others did

It had always been so, her innocence

Not that she did not date boys or even men,

She was neither virginal nor chaste

She was chased and pursued but not caught

Her heart, when given, went to the one man

Who saw beneath as only a soul mate can

THE STRANGER THAT I KNOW

 

I approached a stranger, a woman

Though not a stranger, somehow familiar

In some way, in her pale eyes I saw what?

Recognition? There was something, but what?

We held each other’s gaze and then stood

We faced each other in silence, watching,

She offered her hand to me with a smile

I took it and smiled back, still in silence

Her hand soft and gentle lay on my own

Until her fine delicate fingers fitted

Between mine like the pieces of a puzzle

Placed to fit with perfection, completing

A picture of lost moments found once more

She spoke and opened an eternal door

HER CHOICE

She sat on an eternal shore, silently thoughtful

Calm unexpressive face, still like granite

Contemplating her destiny, knowing that

The path she chooses, she must take alone

When, to the expected cross roads, she came

Which arrived suddenly, but then not so,

That long awaited, long dreamed of moment.

When choices made can extend far beyond

Like ripples in the water from a thrown stone.

But she must look for the answer inside herself,

So, a deep breath, a sigh and she plants her foot

Upon the chosen trail to who knows where

And with confidence she sets off on her way.

Has she made the right choice who can say? 

I HAVE FOUND THE ONE # 2

 

I have found the one

So Divinely designed

In flawed perfection

I HAVE FOUND THE ONE # 1

 

I have found the one

Lovely, Gentle and kind

My soulmate at last