Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
leonard
Looking away
you would look at me
and it never occurred to me
that you might be choosing the man of your life
you would look at me
over the bottles and the corpses
and I thought
you must be playing with me
you must think I’m crazy enough
to step behind your eyes
into the open elevator shaft
so I looked away
and I waited
until you became a palm tree
or a crow
or the vast grey ocean of wind
or the vast grey ocean of mind
now look at me
married to everyone but you
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A couple of years ago I was invited to a wedding from someone who many years earlier had proposed marriage to me. This poem reminds me of that, so I thought you might like to read it Eleanor: http://www.redbubble.com/people/msdebbie/writing/5386440-searching-for-meaning-in-memories xxx