Motion, I love thee — an unreadable poem
Motion, I love thee, I love thee to death.
I am moved by every gifted breath.
As long as I have thee, it’s never too late
to do dancing or reaching or swimming or weights
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‘Bye for now (bloggerel doggerel)
Six days from now I’m going to Seoul as writer in residence on blogging sabbatical.
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Getting old is not like getting pregnant — a poem about ageism
Preparing for old age is scary
scarier than getting pregnant
twenty thousand miles from home.
Self defence kicks in — a poem
For decades now the ageing horde
has been a coming thing
looming and glooming and secretly booming
and while I’d been dreaming my life away
Tantrum — a poem about realising that life is long
My mother said that seventy years
is plenty of years and after that
you’re a nuisance a mistake
you’re a burden to the state.