Welcome Bill,
Just a tip.
When you post here don't cut and paste from Word.
Use a text file from something like Notepad and you wont get the surplus linefeeds.
Nice to have a new subscriber.
Roger Collett
Arrowhead Press
http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/
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From: "Bill Wootton" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, May 22, 2012 1:17 PM
Subject: First post
Hi all.
Geez you are a hard lot to tap into. Thanks Max, Uche et al for walking me through the
subscription minefields.
Now, is this what I do? Attach a poem and await comment?
Surrounded by Competents
Everyone seems to know what to do.
I am bewildered.
Stepping in to the breach seems so natural for others.
Whenever I do, it’s as a rabbit in the headlights.
The hands of others manoeuvre and tinkle.
Mine hold, at best.
Everyone’s a player or wants to be.
I spectate.
It seems so natural to get involved.
For me, it’s always an effort.
Competent tradies do and do and do.
I am awed by their air of efficiency and sureness.
I panic into offering what unskilled assistance I can.
Initiativelessly.
Even opinions seem ready on the lips of others
While mine, such as they are, I have to summon.
Are they kidding? I wonder.
My natural tendency is to wait.
My blood pressure is lizard low.
The world seems full of pulsing bubblers.
Tentativeness is both my opening and fallback position.
Footholds are all I gain.
Cooking: I still can’t quite acknowledge
the transformation from raw to plateworthy.
Cars: how the hell do they work ?
At 55, I’m no closer to knowing than I was at 5.
Turn the key, flick the switch.
I accept the consequent changes ignorantly.
I suppose it is pleasant enough. I wouldn’t say
I’m wide-eyed. More even-eyed: seeing without discernment.
So long as the world doesn’t betray my naiveté.
Bill Wootton 15.4.12
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