Where's Wally

Where's Wally and his girlfriend walk along the beach,
obscuring my view, I want to take a picture and
his striped jumper is not part of the terrain that I want.
A man in a blue shirt tries to obscure himself in the rocks,
he ruins the rocks, so I have to leave that corner too.
There is a halo around the sun, I filter the lens with
my sunglasses but halo's are hard to find, they so often slip.

Young children shriek as they run into the sea,
I remember being that young, I can recall being so blue
with the cold but so exhilarated and my limbs were strong.
My mother I think had an old police whistle but perhaps
I am mistaking her for Esther or Eva, hard to remember now.
My mother had dark hair and green eyes, she was flawless then,
I was only small and I would weave her hair into tiny braids.
For a long time, the scent of her stayed with me, a memory jog.
The scent now has become too ethereal and I am not sure
too many years, too many other scents, too many losses.

Where's Wally and his girlfriend stride across the beach,
a pop up cartoon caricature, I could forgive him perhaps
but why wear a striped shirt, I used to sing 'Where's Wally'
to my boys without really knowing what it was about.
I used to have 'Scooby Doo' on my ringtone,
now I have some generic noise which I don't recognise
and never pick up calls, or answer messages, I have become elusive
exclusive, I screen who I wish to speak to,
I filter like the light on a lens, later I shall crop
and I wonder if you will spot Where's Wally and his girlfriend.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-07 at 18:29

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Delightfully circular. I suspect that we'll find Wally. It sounds as if we won't find you.

night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Indeed good technology is supposed to be intuitive:D easy to use, easy to predict what you need and create needs you didn't know you have the need for:D No need to run to answer the home phone. No need to feel frustrated because you missed a call. You can now stay in the reality you create for yourself instead of being yanked out your reality and forced to enter someone else's reality whenever it serves them, whenever they need you. Nop first self-care then anything else because without yourself you can be of no service to anyone including yourself. Forgetting things is a good thing it makes it easier to stop holding on to the past and experience reality with new eyes, every day! Thank you for the reading experience!

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem hits the spot.
"Mark, where's Wally, out to referee the sea?"