Pleasure

What I like most about this is Sue’s reply to Grae’s comment 🙂

Sue de Nimes

We long for yesterday.
The sun shone, the songbirds sang,
the buttercups danced in delight
and we made love amongst them,
pulsating with pleasure.

Today, foreboding dark clouds.
The rains threaten, the birds are silenced,
the buttercups bow their heads in despair,
and we feel the loss with them,
mournful with melancholy.

Had we embraced that which is,
seen the truth of nature,
expressed our gratitude,
for the rhythm of the elements,
we would feel no pain from the pleasure
of memories of yesterday.

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Daffodils

So… Sue 🙂

Sue de Nimes

I saw the daffodils – gold against blue skies.
Deep green stems, distorted in crystalline water, held my gaze.
I didn’t see him, across the room,
holding her hands, across the table.
I didn’t see his eyes full of love, holding her gaze.
I didn’t see her shine as he placed the ring upon her finger.
I didn’t see the diamond sparkle or the gold glitter.
I remained in place, remembering his words from the day before.
“I’m sorry.”
I only saw the daffodils.
They filled my being and I was of them,
without identity or name.
I was absorbed.
I was free.

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I wonder why, I wonder when

Our world will be turned upside down

With boxes packed and things moved round

The creatures staring without sound

They wonder, too, of me and you.

 

I wonder when, I wonder why

Things change about us by and by

Boxes unpacked and items set

In places which we might forget

We wonder, too, of things we do.

 

When is the now, Why is the wonder

Couples torn and ripped asunder

New loves come and take their place

Where briefly there was empty space

Wondrous gifts which we behold.

 

Why? Because of items moving

When? Next Saturday, of our choosing

We’ve tidied up and made some room

Rosewood dresser, table soon

Chinese altar, all will grace our fold.

 

 

NB: ‘Couple’s torn and ripped asunder’. An armchair had to go!

At the Art House…

GS says… Support your local Art House!
LC says… Support your local Cart House!

Graeme Sandford

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Support your local Art House
And, if you have them,
Your Tart House,
Your Cart House,
And your Finnish Andstart House;
They need your support
For without you
THEY WOULD COME TO NOUGHT!

What do you mean you haven’t got an Art House?
That there is only a Vape Shop
Where you used to stop
For Coffee and Cake
And a chat, and to take
The weight off your feet;
Where the people you’d meet
Would be happy to see you;
A place where you could be you;
A place that you thought
Would last forever…

… that is sad…

…to lose one of the best friends you ever had…

If only you had done a little more
When it was there…

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Bubble Rapt

What’s this?  A bandwagon?  Don’t mind if I do!

I’ve just published my first book!

Bubble Rapt is a selection of short stories with a twist to leave you all tangled up like a tangly thing.  The stories are mostly by me, bar one, which is extra special.

I’ve popped in a true tale by my Dad, Ray Goldsack, as he always wanted to be published, but didn’t quite get round to it before he died. There you go, Dad.  It would have been his 79th birthday yesterday 🙂

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Find out what happens to Robert, the coy carp, and Little  Molly Plankton, and  why Jenny Sanders is so Bubble Rapt!

Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu.

You know you want to!

Morning text

Because I’m a dizzy doozy at the moment.  I wouldn’t normally share my texts, but this morning’s are a bit special 🙂

From he to me

Loving you with all my heart and soul
Take care, my darling, please be whole
Step lightly and take Nature’s wine (H2O)
And I hope today you will be fine.

Xxxxxxxxx❤️xxxxxxxxxX

 

From me to he

I found it hard when time was due
For me to wake and start day through
My mind was fuzzy, body shook
Not in a way where I could ‘up’

I’ve had a shower, taken meds
But whoozy, doozy in my head
I’ll go to work and play the martyr
Look forward to the evening’s start … Er

Poetic licence, I took there
So you, my dear must alst take care
Drive carefully, with eyes on road
And easy when you shed your load!

Loves you, Babaloo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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No trees were harmed in the sending of this message; however, a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.

Dignified

Duck it, Gluck it, Gluck it
She muttered, under her breath
As she watched Autocorrect turn her into a lady
I’m fed up with this shot, she cried
I’m trying to curse here
And look where it’s pudding getting me!
Duck it, duck it, duck it!
Puss, Gluck, star, Chung, blocks!!!