Mayday, Mayday, Mayday – this is such a
terrible grey day!
Cannot get back all the bits and pieces of
my mind that scattered
last night in menacing dreams, why should
the Humpty Dumpty
effect take place during the night and leave
me bereft on a cold,
grey morning without the sunshine that
normally puts my
world together again?
carries a promise of rainfall and we need it
so much; yesterday out
for a stroll a low sky without blue and
sunshine made me feel hemmed
in and the conversation never got off, I remember
a program on
Deutsche Welle, a little girl waking up
screaming, crying
Her foot swollen beyond recognition, the shock,
Knochenarzt, another
little girl who had lost her leg in a
tractor incident, how to deal with it -
need to delete these images from a mind that
cannot understand why
these things were allowed to happen – there
is such a thing as free-
dom – but why should it lead to these kinds
of accidents…
Luckily hot coffee and Ivan’s poem “No Heroes To A Man” http://igorevich.blogspot.com.au/2006/11/no-heroes-to-man-these-bruised-and.html saved me
temporarily…
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