It was a sun-filled day. The sun was dancing on the water as we walked the five kilometres of pathway near home. Suddenly I heard a sound. Splash! Splash, it went again. I turned my head but saw nothing but a trickle – a trickle of water left after what I could only assume had … Continue reading Ahh, the simple pleasures…
They would canoodle and swoodle and oodle and boodle and cajole and rumble and fall They’d get up and they’d play and dance every which way and entice everyone each one and all They would complain when they’d suffer some pain and bruises and oozes and which But they’d always get well … Continue reading The children
Fuss and Nonsense went to the bay leaving Grumpy and Difficult at home to stay they went to sit down on the beach on the sand until Fuss said to Nonsense; I’d much rather stand Nonsense misheard what Fuss had to say and sat on the sand on the beach at the bay Fuss turned … Continue reading Fuss and Nonsense
I have to print it out to break it down I have to read again to understand I separate the lines to see them flow and build a construct and watch it grow If everyanything* can be done and we make a life from one block – two then somebody’s something we grow to behold … Continue reading a poem
hop to it; he says romping bounding and bouncing springing into the water gambolling from grass a frolic – your frisky when dancing and prancing others have left – cavorting – we’re last when others fail to do what can be done making nothing of something and neglecting the one playing and leaping and splashing … Continue reading gambolling
This life of ‘I’ is a life of ‘am’ and I cannot live gluten-free sweet embellishments when in your world and spring will help me pass the brood she waits with patience – lures longing too long I thought yet so rewarding that it would catch me in the race to fashion feeling’s mirrored face … Continue reading This life of I
what if the opposite is true what if we try something we think we can’t do what if sentiment blows the mind what if what’s hidden we finally find say hello to substance goodbye to void discard a play-thing no longer a toy rumble reason – quondam to know sweet sensibilities from long ago stumble … Continue reading what if a weep from a willow at will
