Goodnight, Sweetheart

I want to be frank and open, with you, oh my television. You can keep your position there in my bedroom, if you don’t ever try to interfere with my social life. But me, I want to be free. Faithful I will stay. I won’t replace you anyway with a younger model, just because you’re … Continue reading »

Painting

  I have a complaint. I wish I could paint but an artist I ain’t, so I guess I’ll just write to describe a sight that possibly might delight me, excite me, ignite me or invite me to express my happiness, or even to stress my distress. “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than … Continue reading »

Autumn Leaf-fall

Autumn Leaf-fall

  Leaf-fall: vibrant, vivid, flaming, falling, rustling, dying, multi-coloured woven carpet: Autumn. (Cinquain poem) 5 Lines – not rhyming 1st line – a noun, 2 syllables 2nd line – 2 adjectives descriing the noun, 2 syllables each 3rd line – 3 “……ing”words describing noun, 2 syllables each 4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, 2 syllables … Continue reading »

New Year Resolutions 2013

New Year Resolutions 2013

Okay, it’s New Year’s Day and it’s time for some resolutions, but I’ve given up making them, I just need some solutions. I have absolutely no more room in my house for more “stuff”, and I’ve tried to downsize, but obviously not hard enough. So this year, I’ll throw away something every single day, never … Continue reading »

Looking back on Twenty Twelve

Looking back on Twenty Twelve

The year started very badly, it seemed to me, when I lost my two dear friends to the great big C. Our Winter seemed to go on and on forever. We all thought that our Spring would arrive here never. But then when finally bulbs burst through from the earth, Mother Nature took over, blooming … Continue reading »

Frosty the Snowman

The last thing I expected to see that morning was a snowman with a carrot nose standing beside my laptop. Well of course it wasn’t a real snowman – just one of those awful blow-up dolls that you see in cheap shops. But how did it get there? More importantly, who put it there? I … Continue reading »

Winter Woods

Owl in the Mist A watery winter sun warmed the westward woods but no birdsong burst from the bare branched birches. Hawthorn hedges were hidden in the haze, yet a feathered fiend had fixed his gaze. Stiff, silent trees were standing stark; wide eyes were watching, waiting. Suddenly from his nest, gracefully gliding over frosty fields, … Continue reading »