Gwen again
Lorraine has a cold, and I am sore throaty and generally out of sorts with a sluggish brain. Briefly bucked up first thing by having a poem published today in Black Nore Review called Viagra from Vancouver . I wrote it after being spammed by someone called Gwen some years ago. When I saw the name Gwen (with no surname) in my inbox I immediately thought of her. Funny how many poems of mine Gwen appears in. She was proud of her individuality, and had a framed quotation that she frequently quoted which, on googling, I discover is the 'Gestalt Prayer' by Fritz Perls, written in 1969. I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped. Chatted with Mum this morning, she's okay. Tobs called her yesterday. I am delaying seeing her till later in the week to not give her my cold,...