Friday, 31 March 2017

being no(t)here, 31st March 2017

once upon a time
I said nothing
once upon another time
I said more nothing... and kept saying nothing... there was nothing to say
once upon a nothing...


as we run out of month I run out of words
'ramshackle'... there's a word I haven't used for a while


scavenging scraps, leftovers, and they say you should love your leftovers... could that be because the word 'love' is in the word l(eft)ove(rs)...?...... could be serendipity (now there's a favourite word of mine) or by design.... although what you're left with is either a nonsensical word or an anagram for 'frets'.... as in worry or the bars on the neck of a guitar?........ maybe music isn't the food of love after all, it's the leftovers....... although leftovers are all-too often misunderstood, most of my meals are in some way cobbled from leftovers........

if you lose one sock then the one remaining must be the leftover..... you must love your leftover sock...... although now the whole fashion nonsense of odd socks actually being fashionable is like telling the world you've just invented water....... it is, as some say, how you tell it.......... a painting on the wall is just a painting on the wall but give it a title, a name, then it becomes something beyond the confines of its frame.......

not to worry that we've run out of month, I've been told another one is on its way.... I hope it won't be late as that'd leave a gap that could get quite drafty...........

© robert greig 2017

1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

Fanciful thoughts. Thank you