Saturday, 18 May 2013

Bus note 54

        Getting old
        with each other:
        mother and son.
Sat together,
the same face on.
        Him dressed down
        and her dolled up
        (crayoned lips).
Neither of them
saying much.
        A picture.


  1. Well, I do get that.

    (Nothing much left to say. Time perhaps tends to do that?)

  2. I really like those bus notes, WB (sorry if I am repeating myself). Wearing one's face, dressed up or dressed down. I like.

  3. In a world full of inane chatter, I guess this is no bad thing; time does what is necessary. I remember a friend prone to manic episodes, his little mantra when the compulsion came on him: silent thoughts, silent thoughts.

    From somebody with your eye and ear, Marie, it's good to hear you say it.

  4. I had to come back to this. They were wearing the same face in a very different way. I keep having this image in my mind...