(14) penny for my thoughts.. #tizennegy
Time can rob one of memory and uncertainty damages truth: age re-shapes images of life.
Recognitions and ghosts of time shared with others: life has periods of excessive needs and aggressive demands on the next day of reality: a person who gives up their body for shared pleasure: each surrendering to the art of lovemaking: twenty minutes of stolen enjoyment: stolen from the other’s lover.
To cross a road from one bedroom to another: with the excuse to write a poem of (whatever): to share food and drink and laughs: endless stories brought to the surface and saved in ink.
This brings me to the point of this thought: it was a day and time long forgotten and only returned to memory by reading this article in a book: bought long ago: ( "Urban Village" by Jenny Carlyon & Diana Morrow -2008 )
I did walk across that road: and I did share the bed of a lady (a lover of another) and I did write a poem and that poem was published in a publication of that period in the “Earwig” magazines history …
Earwig publications
10 Norfolk Street, Ponsonby. Auckland.
I’ve lived there with … and … for awhile - circa late 69.
I thank John Milne & Heather McInnes for their kindness and allowing me to published a poem in one of the publications - at that time.
