out with the old

[mirrormist]

Travel Blind
I was once a sailor who touched
her body with an imperfect mind
as I fed her tea and oranges that
came all the way from Sainsbury’s
She said she meant to tell me
I wasn’t really a perfect lover
and had no love to give me
but I wasn’t on her wavelength
being a lot more than half crazy
so watched narrow boats go by
from my place near the canal
cause I knew I had to be there
among rose petal and garbage
with half the wisdom of a stone.

Suzanne
Suzanne is being difficult today
all she wants is for me to play
be blessed in her sun filled day
before time arrives to go away
not remember her as a curse
but show the beauty of her verse
not in conflict purely love not hate
in moments that we may celebrate
the jade room gone it is no more
except for carpet across her floor
the walls are light a white virgin
an exorcism maybe ghost purging
In my head rests a particular tune
someone else’s song from a room
for me to learn and perhaps share
and bless a time Suzanne was there

[Cate]

as I fed her tea and oranges that
came all the way from Sainsbury’s

Hi Mirrormist, Happy New Year.

A nice homage to Leonard's Susanne here with what feels like a ghostly twist. Thanks for sharing it with us.

[mirrormist]

Thank You Cate... It was further than Tesco but not as far as Asda
Happy New Year