Hello hello – it’s good to be back, it’s good to be back!
I meant to do something on here over Crimbo but a lot of food and drink kind of piled up and got in the way.
I feel like I owe you a heartfelt apology for not posting over the holiday period, so here to deliver it is Father Jack, take it way Father:-
So did you all have a nice Christmas? Eat too much? Quaff a bit too much to drink? Get to spend some quality time with the family? It can be a bit of an ordeal can’t it, albeit a very pleasant one all the same.
For me it’s pretty much been “Merry Lie-In To Avoid The Impending Hangoveristmas” – so far this has worked like a charm and I got to see Ronin for the first time last night – it’s times like this when I really feel like I have achieved something!
Inevitably I’ve also been watching some Bond films too (I’m being patriotic, to me it is a British Institution). They have almost exclusively been with Pierce Brosnan and while I love them, I wish some of the double entendres were better, oh how I yearn for the glorious heyday of Connery & Moore. Thankfully we have the Bond 50 Box Set now in our clammy mitts, so I will have plenty of time to explore the golden era of Mr Bond.
Anyhoo enough shilly shallying and dilly dallying – on to today’s poem.
A World of Make-Believe (by David Ellis)
Shimmering like ancient crystals
Bluer than any teardrop of shame
Languid, luculent, lagoon pools
Of depth, character, purpose, aim
Flows that fleck, trickle and sparkle
Lofty ideals becoming generational
Solutions tendered, never simple
Off a duck’s back – no effect at all
Until you make it your business
Pleasure, pastime go hand in hand
Between a rock and a hard place
Mirroring a world of pretend
Never pays to keep things too safe
Don’t let boundaries pin you down
Better to risk your own disgrace
Or be in limbo, akimbo, aground
A lonely glance in an open field
Can at times speak volumes
Fading into the background
Until an opportunity blooms
We can all stand on the edge
Teeter tottering over the abyss
Disparity of defined decisions
A unique opaqueness occurs
But if one thing rings true
Summing up everything learned
Teacher or ardent pupil
This world can be absurd
But it grows on you