During futile maintenance of the countenance, Peripheral whispers of carelessness Unexpectedly seep forth – Barely there. Phantom faces and places drift across mind’s eye, Borne by indolent apathy. “If I had …” “Oh too late, too bad, so sad.” Like illegible, lichen-encrusted tombstones, Untethered names no longer hold meaning. Stories with no one to tell them Languish; become extinguished. A brisk 6 am walk staves off the Winter chill. Aboard the 300, meandering melancholic musings inspire this prose.
Observation by another Finding whiskers wanting Stones in glass houses! Why am I bothered? Widow tells tale of Bride’s imbibe bribe Forever begone the beard shed Then wed; to an early grave led? Rather than hark and heed Is it not better to Know and love thyself first?
Weary tears Moisten lower lashes Insufficient to fall free Achy orbital cavities Constrict the oculi Head wrenching yawns Cause sore jaw Ear piercing pain Drills drum deep Bark parched throat clenches Crunched up squashed in Fifty minutes’ commute Will soon be over
Earth’s magnetism channeled through beings, Is it a catelyst for amassing? Maybe it arose after emancipation from a modest childhood And Mom’s mission of making do? Or perhaps a mammal’s natural need for nesting? Necessities and niceties for a fuzzy bunny to attract a big cat mate? Three score years of accepting, acquiring, accumulating. Even emigrating, moving interstate; a reluctance to release, relinquish and renounce as we ‘may need it one day’. As hour grains run faster, we the tiger and the rabbit reflect and act upon reality; The compulsion for conservation of capitalist commodities has contracted. Burdensome belongings bring joy no more. Deliberately we’re divesting, downsizing, disencumbering. With lightness of mind body and soul, We are distilling dreams to design a direct destination, Carefully eking out the remainder for our next stage of life.
One winter Wednesday, wee wan Willy Weasel whistles wistfully, Why’re wide-eyed whelk, Wellington’s waist worn white wings waving without wind? Wellington, Wellie-to-friends, wobbles wildly, whizzing, whirring, wending To Wollongong wedding of Wendy Weevil to Willow Winkle. Wendy’s award winning women’s weaves once won, way-beyond Willow’s winding wastewater wicking widget. What a wonderful wardrobe they’ll wangle! Wander welcomes welterweight Wombat, Walter wearing weather worn wafer-thin western wove wheat-sheaves. Wicked waiter, Wilfred watches whilst wading in the weeds, Whittled walnut water-raft whooshes in Wembley Womble Witch and Wakefield Whale Wizard, whispering worthwhile words to witty Wandering Wolf, Winston. Winsome Wensleydale Wench, Winnie has the where with all to warn of a woefully wavering weighty wonton wagon whisking towards the waterfall. Wow, wiggling Worcestershire Worm, Winona get’s to work on the wailing wheels with wooden wedges. Willy Weazel whiffs the scent of wafting wedding whisky, wondering whether the weather will warm.
Bored with the mundane of copy paste updating and repetition that could be completed by optical character recognition and coding
Solving problems by identifying, sorting, and organising filaments of information into threads to plait into a rope to hold on to as we take steps toward a goal
It is appropriate for the earth element to be represented by something that is visually heavy, solid, grounded, and has strength.
This abstract watercolour references rock, soil, and chalk in yellow, oranges, red, brown, and white. Metals of gold and silver. Amethyst, emerald, and plants are shown in purple and green.
The poem reflects on changes to my body living life on Earth, the planet.
Sweaty Betty body blues
‘I can’t live if living is without you’* ear worm………
Why is it dry, oily, and moist? Are they sunspots, freckles, liver spots or moles? When and why did the lines, wrinkles, crows feet, and crêpe texture first appear? Surely not from rare UK sunny days or coconut oil frazzled lobster red to peeling brown trips abroad? Or from living in antipidean glare?
Journeyed from Johnson’s lotion slathered babe Through acne ravaged, Clearasil cleansed teen, Twenties, thirties, forties; Clarins, Lancaster, Clinique treated T zone, factor 10 to 30 suncream To fifties, sixties; Simple, Nivea, Olay, spf 50+ sunscreen, and shade.
Joie de vivre patina of itches scratches, burns, grazes, cuts, bites, blackheads, blisters, blemishes, bruises, fungal rashes, warts, tags, scars, ingrowing hairs and whiskers, and blocked pores. And, Yo-yoing weight stretches, sagging wobbling rolls and folds loosening; losing battle against gravitational pull and aging.
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