I laughed out loud when I came across this picture on FB. I have included a rough pronounciation in Black Country English.
Recently, we unpacked the soft toys. A dusty, sun-bleached, Pooh, of late 80s vintage emerged.
This year’s Yule tree again includes a bauble depicting a snapshot of Pooh walking their path. I feel a connection with Pooh. They are one of my alter egos.
However, my soulmate in the journey poem below is a Tiger rather than a Tigger or a Piglet.
A shared legato
Almost deafening
Mezzo-staccato of “see-hearing”
Zooming by
Fermata
Reflecting on
The path here
Out of step
Out of time
Even in minority
Faction of a fraction of inversion
Lightness of spirit greyed by inner dark
Misguided
Misunderstood
Yearning to fit in
To be part
Of something
Journey’s search
Whilst learning life
Decades taught
Idealist dreams to be
Reality soured
Came to nought
There is I and those closest to
Wakeup to then and now
You gentle old Airhead fool
For thirty-two years counterpoint
In duet steadied the line
A little out of step a little out of time
A shared legato
World’s a blur of noise
In home’s sotto voce
Dark thins to quiet glimmer
In warmth of being known
In coda we crescendo
Wishing you a peace-filled festive season.
theINFP 