Feet up, coffee, cig,
Anticipate dinner, wine, sighs,
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…….might even be my first……
Tag: anticipation
May Music, Day 2 – Fairground Attraction
So Twindaddy wants to know which song I associate with my last ex-boyfriend.
Slight problem.
My last ex- boyfriend is my husband of nearly 27 years. How did that happen? Don’t ask me. I was enjoying the rollercoaster at the time.
Every time.
Every. Single. Time.
From that first meeting.
Every time you looked.
Came near.
Dared to speak.
Every time.
The possibility.
I clenched,
knuckles white,
rode the slow ride,
a semi-death,
anticipating climax
in descent.
Every single time.
A fairground attraction.
Deathly fear in
chamber of horrors
that today,
this moment,
would be
the last today.
Waltzers spinning…..
…..whirling mind…..
wondering,
Is this love?
Then we would ride
rollercoaster.
Up, Up, Up!
Neverending upness…..
…..till that peak.
A descent of
Was this love?
I wondered.
I queried.
I asked
of someone,
anyone.
Was this love?
I begged for answers
to an inevitable future.
No right or wrong way
of reckoning.
I wondered.
I queried.
I dismissed.
We paused.
We dated again;
the question ever present.
Was this love?
Was this
Animal?
We talked.
Is this love?
I heard her then.
Asking my questions…..
…..in a pub…..
…..in Glasgow.
And I asked,
Is this love?
We looked.
Paused forever
over
possible ever
or never.
And married
six months later.
Bountiful Benevolence
I can feel excitement surging,
Rising in my breast,
A sense of something imminent,
Not giving any rest.
The reason is elusive,
It lies just out of sight
But I know it’s on its way today
Or maybe in the night.
My heart is fit to bursting
And it’s tapping out a rhyme,
It’s spreading to my innards
And the feeling is so fine.
I hope it stays for quite a while,
I don’t want it to go,
It’s way too pleasant in extreme.
If you felt it, this you’d know.
It’s like love’s young dream has come along
And filled my flesh with fever.
Some may scoff at feeling so
But I am a believer
In wondrous possibilities
And anticipation wild,
A message from the universe
To me, her little child.
And so we all could listen too
To creation’s whispered words
And feel the spark of something grand,
Not weird nor too absurd.
Just bountiful benevolence
That fills and swells the soul.
I love it when I feel like this.
It makes me feel so whole.
A Fairground Life
The carousel goes gaily round,
We scream and laugh; ecstatic sound.
The rollercoaster scares my wits,
Flying high, then to the pits
Of flailing arms and screeching glee.
I grab you, while you hold me.
Giddy with excitement.
The tunnel of love and anticipation,
Or ghost train filled with desperation.
Hobby horses that go nowhere,
Rotating, flying bucket chair.
A fairground, stimulating rides,
Simulates undulating lives.
Fluctuating satisfaction.
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