With Great Anticipation

I will come and join you

at the end of the week

and then we’ll catch up

and I’ll find out

what’s been going on with you

since our last encounter –

and that will be good, but

even more I want to know

what will happen next,

your future, how you will

navigate your crises

at work and home, and whether

you ever will meet that great love

we're all waiting for,

to whom you have come so close 

it seemed, once or twice,
only to discover

that Whoever decides these things 
had other plans,

such as death, betrayal ...

which of course

keeps you on our screens

week after week

as we agonise with you

and watch you grow,

both longing for and dreading

the final dénouement.

'My Heart is a Ghost Town'

... the man sings, lamenting

love lost, a lover gone

and I think, never mind my heart, 

my head's where the ghosts reside

of lovers gone – never lost –

the talkative ghosts

who haunt my old age

pleasantly

as we reminisce, and finally 

resolve our stone-cold issues ...

good to have a yarn

for old times' sake.

Written for Flash 55 – PLUS! 3 June 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

Continuity

Me and my cat are lounging here again,

enjoying the gentle warmth of mid-Spring

under the porch roof in our back garden,

listening to next-door’s radio sing

cheerful melodious pop – a morning

like so many others, yet each one new ...

old and new – the sun that shone, wind that blew,

clouds that wafted leisurely overhead,

somehow become permanent, though they flew
past; stretching yesterdays, archived not dead.