That Morning Sluggishness

There’s a slug in my shower

– sorry you’ll have to go

but however you  got there

I’ll just never know!

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes, you might well make haste

And, if that’s how you got there,

go on, back down that waste!

There’s a slug in my shower

-Yes, I know you’re quite small

But I just can’t be sharing…

That wouldn’t do at all!

There’s a slug in my shower

-yes… it’s raining outside

But you’d get just as wet here,

No use trying to hide!

There’s a slug in my shower

-what a card! Enjoy the ride.

I’ll drop you off real gently…

There now, you’re back outside.

There’s no slug in MY shower

-for a moment  I felt sad

But then again…Hey buddy!

Can you find your OWN pad?

Photo credit: http://elizabethruffing.com/2015/06/finally-more-stuffed-toy-slugs.html

Losing You (Englyn)

 

Fragile is the egg that comes too soon, for

Sure the life-stemming bloom

Will flood that fruitless moon –

Silent now the lullaby’s tune…

So, today I tried to write in a Welsh poetry form called an Englyn, this is very complicated and I cannot stick to all the rules as I think I would have to learn the Welsh language to have a proper go at the cynghanydd elements (basically where repeated patterns of consonants form another pattern and rhythm with each line…) instead mine is very basic but I did enjoy having a go.

Thanks to Libby Leaper for introducing me to this form on her blog: By The Wobbly Dum Dum Tree,  https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/191782

 

How Time Flies

28^th January 2018

In the stillness of the night

I follow

your path,

the red trail telling me

where you go,

what you might see.

Into the future

you fly,

to rise

with the sun.

 

Picture source: http://www.fujisan.ne.jp/event/info_e.php?if_id=672&ca_id.3&page.&sum_count=&kensuu=

Reflecting

7 Word Sunday – We Are…

7WS
Nonchalant sunlight sprinkles handfuls of cosmic dust

photo credit:https: http://ak8.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/2607977/preview/stock-footage-specks-of-dust-floating-a-beam-of-light.jpg

Brushing off the Cobwebs

The old neglected piano has sprung to life! My daughter has found some music on the internet and is teaching herself to play it…do I offer to help her – and risk her stubbornly closing the lid, or do I leave it up to her to work it all out (I’m sure she will eventually)? In the meantime I sit in the room next door and listen with maternal pride.

photo: Google Images

Walk, run, skip,walk, run, skip…

Power-walking

She strides.

Surprisingly fast pace

For such short legs.

Puffing…

Signs of Winter

Veiny fingers of frost

Stretch across the rear windscreen.

A chill liquid blast soon

Sees them melt into icy

Rivulets – vanquishing

Winter’s tentative hold…

This time.

Showing us the Way

22.11.13
A thin beam from the torch
Barely illuminates
Our path as we try to
Follow the drive downwards.
Tarmac soon gives way to
Looser gravel; feet make
Stones skitter sideways – marking
Our passage while eyes glint
From the darkness. We turn
A corner and the steamy
Warmth of kitchen lights welcomes
Us up ahead. Dinner
With friends beckons. As we
Cross over into the
Light so does our feline
Guide.

Just Write That He Loved Her

I had to reblog this – first time that I have…