Posted in Retrospective

Blurred

Sometimes, when I look out of the corner of my eye,

I catch a glimpse of…something, though I’m not entirely sure of what it is.

The edges are blurred, merged into some obscure blob

Shapeless, yet defined by the round, curved edges

That bend and twist, catching the light,

And catching me unaware.

Dimensions pulse, their movements seen, as if brushstrokes

Painted across a blank canvas.

The picture begins, it’s outline vague, unattractive;

Water sprinkled on the surface, taking colour and spreading

A blue haze, mingled with yellow.

In the distance, an object, partially recognisable;

It’s form filled with deep, resonant burgundy, caught in shadow.

I squint my eyes and see the image of my parent’s home.

My first home, terraced, tall, red brick in a small off road street.

Walking through the door, I see through to the kitchen,

Long and narrow, seats where I would sit

And watch my mother.

Stepping away from the picture, I am left with a clear image of my childhood.

Forever held in memory of my youth.

Though the picture changed, sometimes beyond recognition

And in ways I now tremble at,

That image brings a smile,

Seen with clarity and love.

Victoria Road

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Author:

There's always stuff in life we're not sure of. I'm thankful , and eternally grateful, to have a love for God. Yes, I've put my life, my family, my everyday existence, into God's more than capable hands. Some would say I'm mad, some would pooh pooh the idea... As General Melchett once remarked in Blackadder Goes Forth.."You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major, who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!" So, have a read, have a think. I don't have all the answers, but I know a man who has ;-)

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