Some musings in verse & prose
Charlie accompanied my good friends, Wyndham and Rosie through life for a time. And one day Charlie got sick - for the longest time. But where ever Wyn went Charlie went too. And if Wyn wasn't going anywhere Charlie stayed with Rosie & basked in care and affection. And then Charlie died. So I wrote this note for Wyn and Rosie to let them know that Charlie was OK about that.
About a decade ago I wrote a little present to a friend of mine. It was the first stanza of this poem. Then a few years ago she moved out of my life, if not my thoughts. So I finished the poem recently to close the episode, but can such a thing be so simple? Perhaps not.
Life is a series of journeys betweens sojourns that define the the different phases of our lives on earth. We travel one of those roads of change, whether we know it or not, roughly about the time that our children have grown up. That journey can be hard, soul searing, desperate, hopeless. But we emerge. If we're lucky we emerge better, wiser, at peace. If we're unlucky we don't even take the trip.
This is a very spiritual metaphorical story that is familiar, in one form or another, to every person who struggles to allow forth their soul.
On Waste --OR-- The Critical Importance of Networking
Some would say that this is a very cynical piece of prose. I don't much like how society lost itself over the last half of the last century.
My mother used to go into the back garden and talk to her departed Mum, who I remember well. Mine would tell hers all her problems. I don't do that, poor me - better if I did. However I can sometimes speak in other ways. Here is one.
Physics, maths and information theory are passions of mine. And I like the imagery of the ancient philosophers, particularly as captured by C.G. Jung. This poem draws on all that. It's my musing on the dawn of the cosmos, the dawn of man, and what a sorry thing we did become.
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