The Promise Of Surprise (Revised)

 The weather in my heart is a sunless,

cold, cloudy day, I fill up the emotional

chasm with dates and nuts, how can I

do French revision when the sun cannot

break through to say hello

So people like me who have prescribed books
still in bookcases instead of the new money

races created by brilliant young writers like

him has this author’s revulsion for us

audibly expressed

Wonder why he must hate so much, sighing

I see life as a spiral ascending but I’ve no

dream for myself, embedded in my own

tininess, used to love thinking of dramatic

dénouements, people in dispute

One cathartic explosion - all enriched with
new insight, listening to music while typing
- music the theme threading scenes of my

life in one - wherever I go it is music

that makes me feel at home

A voice singing stories to accompaniment
- suddenly the scenario is changed - I am

just returned from riding my son's new

bike for the first time, feeling as if I am

twelve years old again

Brilliant sunlight appeared with bright

white clouds against a clear blue sky while

the wind made me feel at home as I sped

along – that delight will enable me to finish

French revision -

Music playing softly in the background

at low volume for more enticing sound

rejoicing because life still holds

the promise of surprise…