He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.
Categories:
courant, dad, growing up, love,
Form: Prose Poetry
"Strawberry Kisses"
temptation
covert operatives
brush contact 99
coquettish Smart near misses
flirtatious crispness
in the velvet time sliding
softly persuasive
dead dropping
hungry ghosting gumshoes hubristic
dangling dripping words delicious
on tongue twisters
birdwatching the blowback
poiesis ripe
for swallows and ravens
chasing bell ringing
black buried au courant bluebirds out
better than late
Merry Christmas
lips for speaking
freshly plucked
smiles
succulent kisses
cool spooning
for the slightly touched
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
Categories:
courant, fun, kiss,
Form: Free verse
On my way to start a new chapter but I am not ready yet
as we drive the tears come harder
I am on a train that keeps getting faster
Off to university to be in a box room alone
off to place I do not know
all I want to do is to go home
The quick sand won't let me go
I am stuck under ice with a courant
I am following the status quo
Categories:
courant, fear,
Form: Free verse
golden goose pretense
of an au courant coffer —
rags rich on his breath
1/5/2021
Categories:
courant, metaphor,
Form: Senryu
There are seasons in the sorrows
Morrow's foretaste of rhythm
Seeding frost bitten sentiment
In breathless grace
Au courant of prescience break
Hastily deliquesce by ardor laze
Bequeathed in blooms
A blushing spring on thirsty banks
Until suns and moons
Give rite to sleet
The life that was
Once more shall sleep
Categories:
courant, beauty, earth, nature, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
The time
You are away
I come back
To
My cave
To rewrite
The torah,
The bible,
And the courant.
Categories:
courant, art, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: I do not know?