Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

hiatus

another journey on another train to another destination to make miles pass and time past until showered over with a watery grave, ploughing fields of the past, maybe which should be left.  Left.  Right.  Left in a shadowed graveyard, with a setting sun drawing crosses on the grassy land in a hand of which only spite could leave the last laugh…

[in layman’s terms: i have been away.  i shall be back soon.]

Don’t be away too long. You’re needed.

away where? anywhere nice? Do you prefer the being away, or the actual ‘going away’? Sometimes I think I prefer the journeying best of all.

PS Have you read any of Richard Siken? I am trying to spred the murmur - he is FANASTIC. Wonderful, wonderful poet. The kind that makes you conclude you want to live.

xx

Wend away my friend to far off emerald fields and azure skies dipping down into crystal waters either full of salt or full of freshness and minerals. Fly away and breathe in, drink, and eat tasteful journeys and whimsical thoughts.

But please, be back to say hello. :)

I used to think in such terms. But now Big Brother’s constant announcements have reduced my mind to worrying about the perils of suddenly rushing off and leaving my luggage unattended; neglecting to read safety instructions; suddenly taking up smoking or skateboarding on the premises; forgetting where the train is going to and which order the stops come in; and falling through the gap between between the station and the platfrom to join a Hades full of British Rail passengers who were just too poetically minded for contemporary travel.

Have a nice time, anyway.

phew!

to everyone here: thank you for commenting. i have now mostly returned. good wishes to all.

Mostly.

I do like that word.

It can change everything:

“It’s a boy… mostly.”

“You’ve passed you exams… mostly.”

Etc.

Welcome back from where you’ve been.

x

Thank you Colin. Not mostly! :)