Recognition
How many people does one truly recognise?
The tip of a nose past someone else’s shoulder, a lock of sandy hair rumpled through brown fingers. The glimpse of a movement, caught as you turn away. Long-faded freckles (or were they always just my imagination?) against stubble on an amused jaw line. An absorbed, concentrated tilt to the head bent over a page, a bowed head over clasped hands. A twinkle in too-pale eyes; squinting in the sunlight, crinkling in the shade. An inherited twitch… so endearing. That instantly recognisable laugh, and that voice! Like gravel underfoot, like a kangaroo, bush-bound. That unmistakeable swagger.
The way you make my coffee, the way you read over my shoulder. The way you say my name. That faint air of puzzlement in your eyes as you look at me. Why don’t you recognise me, when you are all I know?
February 25th, 2010 at 11:56 pm
I didn’t want to add writing to this post to explain it, but I guess a comment wouldn’t go astray…
This was just a random collection of words on a page that I found stuffed in a notebook in the back of a drawer.
I appreciate that it might be a little hard to follow and understand – even I had trouble with that. But I can still remember how I was feeling when I wrote it, and I think that maybe it’s destined to be one of those pieces that should be kept just for me, because I’m the only person who’ll understand it for what it is.
On another note, I’m thinking of incorporating a much more frequent creative writing element into my blog. thoughts? Could you stand a whole month of writing, if I made myself do it 5 times a week?
February 26th, 2010 at 11:03 am
Don’t do it, people are too lazy and apthetic to read them. Oh whoops, I mean… exactly that.
I liked this writing, and the pic went well with it, like a glimpse into the life of a person’s mind. Confessional Poetry? Well Prose. lol. Well done, very mood catching.