Getting old
by , 09-02-2009 at 01:57 PM (1982 Views)
It's official, I'm getting old. Yesterday I bought a Paul Simon CD and I've been whistling away to 'Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes' ever since. It's a bad sign. Dementia will follow.
I'm pretty bored at the moment. Second week of the holiday and all it has done is rain and rain and rain. Now don't get me wrong, I like rain but we were hoping to go to the beach and that now seems quite unlikely. Plus, the kids are going crazy from being cooped up inside the house all the time. At least they might be grateful to go back to school.
Yesterday we went to the British Commercial Transport Museum and that's all that's worth saying about it.
Today I've been searching the house to find where my poetry has gone and I found it, a little feeble from disuse, in a book by Mark Strand. Firefangled introduced me to him but never mentioned he was a thief. Tsk, tsk, just goes to show, you can never trust a poet. But on a more serious point, he is very good and I'm eternally grateful to firefangled for making that introduction. So for the first time in ages I have some lines which might turn into something resembling a poem, and they go like this:and in the knowledge of my poetic evolution they may stay like that for some time.It is a terrible feeling.
To want, and to want for nothing.
The hours drop like stones
into the bowl of my hands



