Lemon – Blossom on the Wattle Tree
Lemon is a hard colour to quantify – but I’m going with this Buttercup
Words are not like dogs
coming when called
faithful companions and loyal friends.
Words are like cats
elusive and aloof
appearing only when they choose
demanding your attention
then leaving mid-thought.
If you do not seek their company
they will be there
chiding you for ignoring them
clamouring to be admired.
Words are not like dogs.
A sad fact of life is road kill
the sight of it makes me feel ill
but the thought that makes me worry
– even though I feel so sorry –
how do you know if the chicken crossed the road
before it was flattened by a heavy load?
hold to your own truth
the deep of life has many
A truth buried deep
hidden beneath a cold lie
protects fragile heart
I see them marching off to work,
encouragement clutched in hand,
their symbol of endurance grasped,
like a runner with the Olympic torch.
No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk,
drones scurrying off to drudgery,
from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup
sip quickly now – no time for talk.
A staple of the working day,
the fuel that runs the world,
the brown, crushed beans of sustenance,
– make mine a large latte!
“Sapphire Flare” – Handmade Dichroic Glass Brooch