Birthday Solstice

Tanvir Naomi Bush Poetry 2 Comments

Holy smoke..what heppened to the time? must have been that vintage cider!

Ladies and gentlement, tomorrow is the summer solstice and..yup..my birthday. Tis all a bit bemusing to be off an age where most people have children, mortgages, bald spots, and savings. I have …an over active imagination, an exhausted liver and always the feeling of discombobulation that makes me feel that i am still searching for something elusive , strange and truly beautiful.
Maybe this year eh?

I want to say thank you for everything and everyone so far, even those who can’t be here this solstice.

I am alright tonight..calm. I give you a poem what I wrote instead of usual ramble.
With much love:

The point.
I have done Gym
Time
I walk a hell of
A lot
On knobbly pavements,
In Cold rain
And still my belly rolls
and yaws
This little rotund body of mine
Stomping on along the snakes and ladders of
The calander.
Ahead,
A perfect
Bird
Waits
Head cocked;
My anxiety
Absurd.

Comments 2

  1. Aaah, happy birthday dear. Belated. I love your blog and I hope you keep at it. hugs from a cold joburg, and wishes to see you in the flesh soon and hatch all sorts of plots and plans and high cinematic jinks. YES! This is the year.
    T

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