Portentous – perhaps, I had
just teased the 500th poem
from the tangled mass of utter
cluttered chaos, the raw, un-
rehearsed verse which contrives
my cranial filing system,
read it through, changed a
word or two, cursed the missing
phrase – thoughts move faster
than flying fingers, paused to
linger on the doubt it caused
within the line – decided, no,
doubt made more sense, was
less pretentious than its actual
spelling out. And posted it.
That day we had a mystery lunch.
I was amazed at where we were
and how at ease, the you and me
in this classy Maleny restaurant with
views from Noosa to Pt Cartwright,
a bottle of Marlborough’s best,
a cheery waitress and the
finest sea food on the Coast.
It was a seminal day, that day PH died …
© 2007-02-16 I.D. Carswell
* PH is the Website ‘Poem Hunter’
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