Not the C F Lullaby

Dear Bloggy-friend Lily, I promised you a lullaby, and I had composed a cracker of one driving to work on Tuesday, but as usual I had forgotten it by the time I was anywhere I could write it down.  All I remember now was that I was going to call it “The C F Lullaby”.  The C F was optional as to what it might signify, there were a couple of thoughts running through my head, and doubtless through yours also – please feel free to assign them at your leisure.

Anyway, the C F Lullaby has been lost to the swervy pathways of my verse-riddled brain, and this is what I came up with tonight.  It is nowhere as elegant as the first that I thought of – (I can safely say that as no-one other than me actually knows what I thought first, and all I can remember now is the feel of it – a bit clever, a bit neat, a bit soporific) – but I offer it in good faith, and great wishes that it may induce a state of  boredom, which will lead to sleep, if you read it enough times!

Hush painful body, please don’t make me cry,
I don’t have the energy, and you know that’s not a lie.
Please just let me lay here and try to go to sleep,
you know I’m over counting all the bloody sheep.

Hush aching body, relax here on the bed,
forget about the worries filling up my head.
Ignore my restless legs with an agenda of their own,
all I want to do now is find the sleep zone.

Hush stupid body, you make me feel so mad,
for all the things I cannot do, since I lost the life I had.
I’ve only got one purpose now, to sleep the night away,
so I can wake up with some energy to face another day.

Hush sleepy body, I am very thankful that,
we made it through the day somehow, and had this little chat.
So this same time tomorrow, when its time to sleep,
don’t make me sing this song again before unconsciousness I meet.

The Button

It’s little things that push,
the buttons that say “don’t”,
you always think you’ll know,
but you really ever won’t.
There’s just the hiss of vacuum,
as the air goes rushing out,
when the button touches circuits,
that say “now it’s time to shout”.
And after it’s all over,
and the button has popped back,
you’ll wonder what just happened,
as you angst upon the rack.

© ceenoa

P.S.  I am absolutely fine, this is not me writing about how I feel just now (although I do admit to it sometimes happening to me).  No, this is just how my rhyme-brain works sometimes!   I was just peacefully playing a game of Solitaire on the computer and this demanded to be written.  And, so I did.  I don’t want to push the button!

Reblog – Autumn vs Spring

Cleaning, when IS the right time? – read on to find out what I think, in this post from my work blog ….

I like the idea of Autumn Cleaning. I mean, I understand why some folks want to Spring Clean – literally and figuratively getting rid of the dark and gloom of winter – but for me Spring is the time to be outside enjoying the weather, trying to tame the garden and the rampaging grass of […]

via Autumn Clean vs Spring Clean — A Handful of Time

Reduced Fraction

***My brain just won’t let this one go, it nagged at me today, (don’t be so wordy, make it cleaner, simpler, distil it down) so I had to rewrite it again.  I promise, this is the last time, a variation of three is more than enough.

Somewhere,
out there,
you may be.
Walking around,
the unknown part,
of me.

© ceenoa

P.S. even as I typed it, the words changed again – this one is slippery!

Visitors – A Short Paragraph Story

There always seem to be those unexpected, unwanted, visitors that just drop in on you.  They never let you know they are coming, so you are not prepared for their arrival. It doesn’t matter if your house is spotless, and you’re wearing your best clothes, their unannounced descent upon your home causes everything to look shabby, dismal, bleak and untidy. Next time, Mel an’ Collie, I’m slamming the door in your faces.