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Wednesday, 16 February 2011


I spent some time chatting to a lady called Annie one day while we waited for her daughter to pick her up. This one is for Annie:

Time Traveller
Along my memories
I dance at random intervals
And live

I’m five
It’s my birthday
My friends and family
Are singing, I open presents
There’s cake.

My love
I sit with you
As you lie there in bed
Breathing your last as I hold you
You die

A flash
Hold quite still, smile
The photograph will show
A wedding day of happiness
For us

Now back
To three, to ten,
What age am I right now?
Who knows? Who cares? Senility?
My life.


  1. We are all time travelers in our memories. Beautifully written,as usual.

  2. I love this feel of shuffling through memories. Very nice!

  3. Love the time travel - you pull the reader along this invisible time line

    Nicely done One shot

  4. Wow- very poignant. Life is short- I enjoy the memory shifts, an element of Kurt Vonnegut there. ;)

  5. I agree with Richard, we are all time travelers...in a blink of an eye, our life ...

  6. My life often feels senile, too. I like the idea of time travel, always have.