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 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
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.
A perfect
Head cocked;
My anxiety

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.

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