I'll say one thing for my forbears:
they always knew their destinations.
Take Great Aunt Min now - she
who thrilled us with her parakeet
a day or two ago. She underwent
a minor medical procedure -
well, that's what we would say today.
Quite different then, of course.
She woke up on a marble slab, sure as hell
that she had gone to heaven:
so many beings floating round
robed head to toe in white, no less,
their faces gauzy, featureless. Angels,
sure as hell fire - as she aptly said.
I asked - got withering looks from mum and dad -
about the pure white wellies in her tale.
Standard issue for an angel, were they?
Not a word came in reply. She had been
to heaven - briefly - and would not
relinquish all that kudos lightly.
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Tuesday, 24 January 2012
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I LIKE Great Aunt Min. As for the rude little boy? My guess is there was a resemblance between the two. Perhaps not. But I like him, too.
One thing I enjoy is the range of your poetry, Dave. From heart-crying to simply fun or just striking in simplicity.
Oh, feh. I've said it before. I'm just another member of the fan club.
Liked this very much too! First two lines are such a good opening, I loved the little 'aptly' and the last line is excellent. Good read.
Not a word of criticism from me today. Delightful piece. Loved the tone, the premise, the lot!
that is how life is... one moment one is kicking and lively and the next moment gone...
Delightful and weirdly intense.
great piece, Dave.
That's how it is I guess! Touch and go but life goes on!
smiles...this piece was certainly enjoyable dave...she caught just a glimpse...and there will always be those that want the details...perhaps in our unbelief...
Ha! Terrific. And why shouldn't angels wear wellies? Clouds are, after all, water vapor, are they not? Bound to be a bit moist. K.
Very enjoyable tale :-).
Hehehe! Another good piece of poetic humour, Dave; I love Great Aunt Min, so innocent, so sure of her destination.
How could she explain her angels in those white boots ?, hehehe!
Well, as in Roberto Benigni's "Life is Beautiful", some people has the gift of making bad things look wonderful.
Aaaah, the power of mind is amazing.
details? she needed to share none!
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This is great, just great. I really love your tone here. I guess it couldn't be called flippant ... but somehow that is how I read it, had me laughing right off. I think because I really wanted to laugh. And the white Wellies? I loved them!
Well Dave I don't know what happened ... I have certainly never attempted to be anonymous. That is my comment above. Raven
like that poem Mr Dave:)
I am slightly nonplussed - though, of course, delighted - by your very generous praise, but I do thank you for it and am most pleased by the fact that you like the rude little boy. I don't much, I must confess - though I am told he is more circumspect now! Thank you so much for your kind comments.
Thank you for this. The comments were, as ever, both interesting and useful.
Thanks Jim, much appreciated.
Sadly so true!
Just like Great Aunt Min, then!
Again, very like Great Aunt Min!
That's about it!
Mmmm, I guess there was a lot she wasn't telling in a small boy's hearing!
Yup, good point, I suppose angets too, have to consider practicalities. I just could never picture them in rubber boots.
Thanks. Appreciate this.
I must read this Life if Beautiful of which you speak. Thanks for the comment.
Triue, very true!
Flippant in parts, certainly. I suppose that was my attitude towards the tale back them. Completely unbelieving, not that she revived in the mortuary, but that she ever thought she was in heaven. Not sure now, though.
Ah, Hi again! I thought your opening sentence here was referring to the story! Just for the record, the doctors said her heart had stopped and the cold stone revived her.
Well, she could have been in heaven. Heaven is different things to different people. And...anyway it makes for a very good tale, true or not. LOL.
Such amusing images you've conjured here.
I feel I almost KNOW Aunt Min - in fact, my Aunt Blanche was just like her!!
It seems we have common ground :)
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