Dream Of Rudi Poem by Louise Tredoux

The benevolent gaze of my beloved
is not upon me any more, Rudi on
a weekend conference, I miss the
feeling of his presence, the subtle
atmosphere of goodwill and joie de
vivre he creates, I HATE weekend
seminars, what a plague to normal
human beings, without him the sun
loses its power to cheer as it inserts
golden tentacles into my workroom

Without him the sky fades into a dim
kind of background, without him the
music cries in my ears, without his
cries of anger on reading newspaper
lies and on missing the bin when he
tries to aggressively throw a rolled
newspaper projectile into it; my day
seems empty and meaningless, I
shall have to create an objective for
myself, swimming a long way into

The sea would help, frying fish on the
beach would also be fun, I’m going
out, no more sitting here and moping
about, I shall dream of my beloved
while drinking in the soft warmth
of the sun on the beach, the sun
and I both free from suffocation
in the work room…