Training the dos
Constraining the don’ts
Stop that:
fidgeting
moving
snoring
breathing
Move out of the way
Unwritten expectations
raining on my life
draining my heart
braining men
hallelujah, raining men
Maid your bed
Deal with it
Flash trash
Crashed
filthy faggot scum
Too ……….
To get hitched
Fluffy whites drift in soft blue calm
Exuberant hues flit, dart, dissolve
Hark-humdrum breeze-borne scratches
Scree-each
Thud-um mote-wrenching avian bolt
Scramble, skitter-stampeding tetrapods flee
Twinkling hubbub of city dwellers
Almost deafening-mezzo-staccato of ‘see-hearing’
Warnings flick past-too fast to catch
Cacophony of cataclysmic crashes
Searing scorching flashes frazzle
Man’s monumental marvels toppling
Towering engineering tributes tumble
Wake of whipped wild waves
Global whirling-denial, anger, sorrow
Useless bastion vestiges wither
Stunned-echoing, silent darkness freezes
Eons answer: indiscriminate hell to heal
Perspective
Asteroids stand sentinel
In universal time and space
Transporting
Subliminal Saturnalian aliens
Exuding ecstatic euphoria
Seeking
Selecting hosts
Propagating
Phoenix phantoms-
Forever forgeries
The above emanated from a photograph I took of raindrops on the outside of a restaurant window, last Sunday. After fiddling with filters, asteroids appeared in my minds eye.
I read a couple of times, traces of human DNA have been found in meteorites on Earth.
My husband just told me asteroids have been found to have building blocks of life.
Imagine them helping to create glitchy lifeforms – the poem in a nutshell.
Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.
Can’t tell ears from eyes from nose.
Tales of able sable sailors,
Falling fallow in the shallows.
Fables of tallow tufts, midnight gusts,
And Bungles’ gallows.
So hunker in your bunkers b’low,
Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.
What a roller coaster ride,
That was twenty twenty-five!
Recently read my water snake
Was stretching, expanding from within.
Facing unknown, challenges, changes.
Inner growth facilitating shedding skin.
Ah-ha!
Building up, rather than breaking down
Preparing to jump aboard,
The galloping fire horse of twenty-six.
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.
Word sketch
Urban nature
Provides space
To race
Or to ponder
What lies yonder
Out of reach
James’ magic peach
Synapses snap
Cogs whirl
Mind unfurls
This biological being’s
Walking forth
Sharing mirth
Giving birth
Ideas sparkling
Magnificent malarkey
Discombobulated balderdash
Audaciously avalanching altitudially advancing
Inside a ninth-floor suite of natural neutrals accented by tropical hues –
a light, lofty stateroom habitat of linen-clad lovelies.
Warm, breezy beach vibes frame a palm-frond northern view –
a timely bijoux retreat for two naive, nomadic flamingo sages
to cook, entertain, chill, and enjoy their twilight decades.
Beyond, flopsy-hatted humans advance along the Hades’ halls –
kaleidoscopic thongs flip-flopping euphonically,
poolside accessory-laden carts jostling elevator-bound,
transferring the host to resort-style amenities.
Dotty, striped, and floral-flavoured swim-wearers
recline, relax, relinquish their stressors –
smiling, sunny-clad, solar seekers sailing by.
Pandora’s perspective:
Haunted, harrow-hued, scantly clad humans,
paternoster-bound – cacophonous utility trollies jamming –
hastening down the halls of Hades to access
bought-and-paid for resort type amenities:
A ghoulish, leathery-skinned haven or – hell?
Fable in Stone?
Behold- fascinating earthbound
Fractured firmament ensnared.
Fossilised magnamic,
igneous,
granular sparkle-
honed smooth;
calmed.
Fantastic eruptions:
onyx,
umber,
rust,
oxblood veins
fan,
crisscross
‘gainst ghostly light.
Charcoal shades,
haunting greys-
foretell, foretold-
or future Faustian fable,
unknown.
A large antique rose hued ovoid defines my 61+ years’ past.
Subtle changes occur as new wafer-thin memories
settle in layers, one upon another.
Arrogance, discourtesy, and challenging behaviours of others incessantly stain the past.
In time, angry bruises fade to blotches,
finally morphing into smirches and dots.
Emotions, beliefs, and self-recriminations
jostle in gentle stewing
ere burgeoning into recollections, reminders,
remembrances.
Silent brain-wringing turmoil.
Above an etheric pale grey-blue future floats –
seemingly innocuous –
yet ominously waiting.
A paper-white, irregular circle
pierces both rose and blue: authenticity within the calm of the present.
theINFP 