Done But As Yet Not Dusted! - Poem by Stanley Collymore
It was novel that’s true but quite exciting all the same
it must be readily pointed out; our very first and, as
it happened, totally accidental meeting with each
other, the coming together of me and you and
actually what this celebratory poem is all about.
A situation with a most singular beginning that
comprised the two of us literally bumping
into each other laughingly followed by
an apology from you that only just
preceded my own, but which in
both cases was completely
unnecessary as it turned
For very soon afterwards the rapidly unfolding
situation that our spontaneous interaction
with each other and the clearly unconcealed
and quite complimentary responses from
us, relative to this matter in hand, had
jointly and explicitly made known,
considering how unexpectedly
and somewhat hilarious this fortuitous, absolutely
engaging and exciting fledgling relationship
had begun, did nevertheless of its own
accord give rise to a unique set of highly
intriguing but clearly accommodating
circumstances that neither of us
had earlier expected or could
possibly, for that matter,
© Stanley V. Collymore
28 February 2014.
The unexpected can and often does serve as the catalyst for all sorts of situations ranging from the pleasantly surprising to the chillingly terrorizing, and usually there is precious little that the recipient on the receiving end of it could have done to influence what transpired because, as you’ve rightly guessed, it’s unexpected.
However, should your unexpected experience fortunately fall into the first category mentioned earlier, why not make the most of it? Who knows? If skilfully tackled and also played to its full potential and advantage it might very well turn out to be the start of something that completely and rewardingly for the better successfully transforms your life, and in a manner you could never have hoped for or expected!
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