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sang froid

ISNISN Posts: 1,700
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she was grasping at life
a mind so sharp
seeing the last years slipping away
she frantically flailed in them
she'd spent her life in a Catholic order
she'd educated brains and nurtured souls
but they were echoes in the halls of the school
distant voices from the past
she wanted to live now!!!!
she went on a sabbatical to the Antipodes
when she returned to Kent,
she couldn't settle
she took a trip to Scotland for a healing course
when she got back, her mind was expanded
but also somewhat unhinged
she lost her icy composure
her sang froid
and started enthusing to me about 'healing'
- she was trying desperately to keep life warm
I said I liked Australia,
and she said in her next life she'd be born in Australia
I know she doesn't want to die
but what can I do?
....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Lots of human understanding, and both psychological and geographical changes of "setting" here, ISN.
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    very good ISN..

    brings to mind Paul Simon..


    I know a woman, became a wife
    These are the very words she uses to describe her life
    She said a good day ain't got no rain
    She said a bad day is when I lie in the bed
    And I think of things that might have been

    &

    God only knows, God makes his plan
    The information's unavailable to the mortal man
    We work our jobs, collect our pay
    Believe we're gliding down the highway
    When in fact we're slip sliding away
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    slip sliiidin away....slip slidin aaaaaway.....I am practically an encyclopedia on Simon & Garfunkel.....when I was a toddler....my Mum and Dad bought a gramophone......heheheheheh....a record player.....and one of the albums was Bridge over Troubled Water......it always reminds me of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid......because of Art Garfunkel riding the bicycle down the hill......I heard a Carpenters song the other day......and knew all the wrods.....so glad I experienced the sixties and seventies......yo me be wannabe hippie
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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