and us....

ISN

and us going to Menzarez el Real.....
and us.....no fuss.....just us.......
you and me.....and baby makes three
and us, quarelling and fighting
and forever reuniting.......
and our love.....oRi.....
and you're so dumb
and I'm so wise.......
and you're so smart
and I am a perennial problem.......
and I'm flighty
but mighty......
and I couldn't quitey understand it.....
how we split.....
our baby is a God.....
(not so to some)
and I'd be a lot happier
if it weren't for your Mum,
but you were so kind
and are so still
and our honeymoon was wonderful
in Madrid and Menzares el Real......
you're my hero......I still love you
father of my baby......
never yes, but maybe......
oRi can we agree......
father of my baby?

Squidge

I really liked that. Nice, inventive prose. Reads very quickly but that does it justice. Well done.

It's like the fine line between poetry and rap, this peice hits it on the head.

Nothingbetter

You are so creative and free with your writing. I admire that

ISN

thank you both......got a call from my lawyer late last night, and it inspired a big binge drinking session......so I guess when I was walking to the shops, I thought of writing this......it always happens that the moonlit walk through the beautiful clear air inspires something......thanks again

Ali

iSN...vERY heartfelt,very emotional and BEAUTIFUL!

This poem really has seem to have brought out such a lovely yet torturing side of you.

I respect your feelings and your honesty...:)

ISN

thanks Ali......it's so vivid for me......those sunkissed days looking at apartments and land to share together for our future in Menzarez el Real......but anyway, the contingency plan is working out well......now that we have bubs on board, we're hardly likely to take a wrong step......we've become so careful about things now, me n oRi, we love our baby, and he unites us in some weird way......I guess it's relevant because we were looking at properties on our second trip to Menzarez el Real (it's all so vivid for me still).....and we went to the café to have lunch, and watched the bodies flying and falling from the twin towers, and that has marked a change in our lives, with unknown consequences......and I guess it's just so scary for me to think about what might have been for people nad for us, if Sept 11 never happened.....I wouldn't be where I am now, happy with my baby, and a lot of people wouldn't be mourning......and I remember it all so vividly.....and I guess I never recovered.....and I feel like I'm in limbo.....until their deaths are reconciled with my sense of justice....it's kind of like guilt for me that Sept 11 has been both the poison AND the glue in our relationship