Saturday, November 08, 2003
Just had a week off (well, sort of off - ended up doing some extra shifts) and have been trying to force myself to do some research project work, but (displacement, displacement) seem to have veered over into more writing and painting instead. Tonight was rhyming night, and am quite pleased with the resullts:
Transient Girl
What was that? A streak of light,
A super human being takes flight!
Boys and girls, do not despair
For Transient Girl is finally here!
Commitmentphobe? There’s no-one who
Transient Girl cannot outdo.
At first a man might catch her eye,
She hopes, she thinks, “the perfect guy?”
She likes his hair, she likes the grin,
She notes the strongly angled chin.
She ponders how he’ll be to kiss….
She even thinks, “eternal bliss?”
She meets his gaze…new love is sealed,
Or so the lucky bloke might feel.
They catch a drink, move on to dine,
The man is smug: “I’m doing fine!”
They talk of food, discuss biology,
Move on to in-depth ideology.
He holds her close, he thinks of passion,
Lulled in by her long long lashes.
Meanwhile Transient Girl’s a-flutter.
She thinks, OH-My-God he’s a nutter!!
As Ideal Guy moves in for the kill,
She gasps, “Perhaps we’ll get the bill?”
She wonders how she failed to spot
This guy’s not really quite so hot.
Now she sees he’s slightly podgy,
And his dress sense rather dodgy.
Super heroes have no fear:
For Transient Girl the answer’s clear
Once again she’ll neatly dodge
All contact from the poor male sod.
Phone calls soon will go unanswered,
All attempts at email countered.
For every dinner, she’s got two
Or twenty “pressing things to do!”
So if you never find the scene
And lead a loveless life pristine
Do not despair, it’s oh so true –
Transient Girl can outdo you!
Annandale 21/8/03, 7/11/03
The Kingdom of Nights
The hour is nigh, oh don’t be late!
Across the threshold lies your fate
On the board in letters bold
The future of your night foretold.
Here’s a baby, ailing quick
There a boy who’s very sick
In the corner, a small child
Whose heart beats still against the tide.
So start to run: from bed to bed
We look to find what others dread
Numbers, lines wand’ring low and high
Will offer insights into life.
Hear! From whence is that bell tolling?
The nurses have the resus rolling,
Monitors alarm and shriek
So one more goes from bad to bleak.
It’s hard to feel a superhero
The manual followed, blow-by-blow.
When in dire need, who can sleep?
Wake up the boss, from slumbers deep.
So all night we walk tightropes
Balance numbers, dish out hope.
There’s many queries, often doubt
The nurses hold our hands throughout.
A break can never come too fast
We fall into a chair at last
The time is short, so fight to glean
A little rest through troubled dreams.
But look! Is that the morning light?
Perhaps salvation is in sight.
And look – appearing like a vision…
The morning staff, so fresh and willing!
CHW 24/9/03, 7/11/03
I think "Transient Girl" flows better and is funnier than "The Kingdom of Nights" which I started writing while on nights and was starting to look a bit contrived in places. However, in others it almost gets across what I want it to say...... only thing to do is to throw it to the lions at a poetry workshop (spent 4 hours in a workshop at the Writer's Centre last night!).
email me: piokiwi@yahoo.com.au
watch for the sneak preview of this year's Xmas card (featuring Pio, of course) which I also designed this week!!
Piokiwi 1:34 am
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