Oh, Damn it all

evening-grassApologies to “Danny Boy” but the tune caught in my thoughts,ย and so the rhythm of the rhyme mimics the song , of a sort.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
from fence to fence,
and down the driveway too,
it’s growing fast,
my garden’s disappearing,
into a jungle green,
of lush, and knee-high grass.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must go,
and get the mower out,
to cut the grass,
when I’d rather I was doing,
anything else, but sitting here,
and thinking grassy thoughts.

And I’ll be back,
next week to do the same thing,
for it is Spring,
and this is what it does,
it torments me,
this verdant, grassy greeness,
so I will go,
and slay it to the ground.

Oh, damn it all,
the grass, the grass is calling,
and I must mow,
and cut it to the ground,
the rain and sun,
will work all week to heal it,
and it will grow again,
and so the vicious circle goes.

ยฉ ceenoa

 

P.S.ย  Now, admit it – did you try and sing it to the tune? ๐Ÿ™‚

A Brainy Rhyme

I want to declutter my brain,
to get rid of the names,
of people I’ve met,
that I’d rather forget,
I want to declutter my brain.

I want to declutter my brain,
of memories that pain,
and let go of that mess,
and have more space, not less,
I want to declutter my brain.

I want to declutter my brain,
then fill it with goodness again,
the hugs of a child,
their laughter and smiles
I want to declutter my brain.

ยฉ Ceenoa

A little of my week

Painting #105a - Resin
Table Placemat – Acrylic Paint & Resin
Pretty Mugs All In A Row
Pretty Mugs All In A Row – Alcohol Ink on Bone China
Pretty Mugs All In A Row - inverted
What Lies Beneath – Alcohol Ink on Bone China
Wine Glass 2 - stitched
Golden Glow – Alcohol Ink on Glass
Wine Glass 1 - stitched
Garden – Alcohol Ink on Glass
Creek Scene
Morning Walk
Dandelion (2) Invertes
Dandelion – Inverted
Dietes Inverted
Dietes – Inverted
Painting #125 - cropped
The rare Winged Hook Nosed Fire Dog
Here's to you, deck
I cleaned the deck!
Bubbles and Edges
Sweet Bubbles

Sock Juggling

Last night I had a dream …. and since this is MY dream, you can be assured it was not of your pedestrian, fluffy clouds and cats, happily ever-after variety of dream.

No, in MY dream I composed and sang a poem about sock-juggling, whilst sock-juggling!

socks

 

(Essential supplies for sock-juggling dreamers)

 

Now, I have never aspired to be a sock-juggler. I’ve never heard of such a thing before, and I can’t imagine what that job description/life choice would encompass, but I was pretty impressed with my dream ability to create a long rhyme about sock-juggling, in front of a live audience, whilst singing said rhyme!

(Oh, and in case you were wondering – I was NOT a good sock-juggler, at least not until I figured I needed to roll them into a ball before attempting to juggle them!)

I don’t know what caused me to dream such a thing, no strange foods or liquids were consumed prior to attempting to sleep. Surely, the abnormal (for me) second cup of coffee at 3pm, which caused my earlier lack of sleep, could not have tripped a switch in my brain over to “ridiculous things to dream about”, could it?

Right now I can’t stop thinking about sock-juggling, and I just know that I am going to have to write something about it before it will leave me in peace.

Bet you’re looking forward to that one. ๐Ÿ™‚

P.S – I just “googled” sock juggling – and hey, people actually do this, albeit with socks filled with rice, or some such.ย  Wussies, mine were just plain socks, much harder to juggle them with no weight (even in a dream) ๐Ÿ™‚