Giving up Chai

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– well, really it’s more all the milk –
the spice of the cinnamon topping
– the feel of sweet liquid brown silk –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– i started cold turkey today –
I haven’t missed it as yet
– but tomorrow’s another day –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– three lattes a day was excessive –
I don’t know what I’ll drink now
– my cravings might be quite expressive –

i’m trying to give up the Chai
– when I don’t like giving things up –
I like a hot drink and time to think
– so deprivation might be kinda rough –

© ceenoa

Wine, the Beach, the Garden & Goodnight

I have been ramping up the creativity in the last few weeks, as my big annual market is approaching very quickly – only 7 weeks to go!  So here are a few of my latest bits a pieces, hope you enjoy looking at them.

If you don’t, then quietly click away onto something you do – time is too precious to waste on things you don’t like – and truthfully I shall never know, so where is the harm?

I decided to kick things off with a bit of red wine – no, not drinking of, spilling of.  After contemplating the mess it would have been if it was real, I thought some relaxation at the beach was in order.

I didn’t want to drive anywhere so I decided to make my own – in my empty pool (well, big glass platter – but let’s not quibble with the artisitc licence).

As you know, you need to be careful of bare feet at the beach, there are all sorts of hazards, like little crabs waiting to nibble on your toes. I successfully avoided them and found the water lapping the edge of the sand which was nicely bestrewn with shells and driftwood.

After that I thought a bit of garden time would round things off nicely.

Wandering through the flowers was very peaceful, and by then it was nearly time to go to sleep, so my last little offering (especially for Brian – if he has made it this far) is a little inversion to welcome the evening star.

Deep Purple Crocus inverted and framed

Oh, and everyone knows that good things can make you a bit melancholy during the week of your anniversaries, when your special someone is no longer there to share it with – but do not worry because there is a solution apparently:

Absinthe Spill (3)

“Absinthe –  makes the heart grow fonder”

P.S  perhaps I should have drunk it instead of spilling it 🙂

Weathering the Years

Looking through some old words for something to post, and reading this one triggered some new ones

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The weather won’t let me forget you
the seasons bring reminders
the quality of light
or a perfume on the air
trigger memories of times gone by
and I am almost back there

©ceenoa

 

The weather in 2019

The weather won’t let me forget you
but climate change is real
and time erodes the quality
of captured moments
the weather won’t let me forget you
but you are becoming less clear

©ceenoa

FIFO – A Short Paragraph Story

The peacefulness of the pool was broken as the “fly-in fly-out” squad bomb dived into it. The ruffled locals moved out of their path and let them get on with all the showing off, the noisy social commentary, and the ubiquitous attempt of some new FIFO to hook up with someone elses partner. They would have to wait to get their peaceful life back again: after all, migrating birds don’t stick around very long.

© ceenoa

 

This one has been banging around my head for over a month since I saw a flock of migrating birds swoop down into the dam in the paddock next door,  and in that time I lost my flow – I really should have written it when it barged into my brain.

Flowers – and how to preserve them

Spring has Sprung in the South of the world, and in my little slice the daffies, crocus, hellebores and camellias are flowering.

So, what better way to preserve these lovelies than suffocating them in silica sand for 7 days and drowning them in resin (to use in my art).

Dried Florals
Dried Flowers – silica sand still dusting them

Here’s a camellia that has just started her bath.

Camellia in Resin in Glass (1)
Resin – Layer 1

Once you have suffocated and drowned your flowers, you are ready to hang them.  Here’s a new method I am trialling using black organza ribbon – appropriate for hanging, don’t ya think!

For those who struggle with the trauma associated with suffocating, drowning, or hanging flowers – don’t despair, or feel blue, as inversion therapy can assist.

 

Note:  No flowers were harmed in the making of this post (well, not anymore than if you picked them from the garden and put them in a vase to slowly die from soil starvation).


Dare to Be

If you Dare wig cropped
“If You Dare” – Raquel Welch Wig

I can put on my hair just like a hat,
but I’m still silver gray underneath that.

Which is prettier? which is more real?
it’s the way that you wear yourself, it’s the way that you feel!

In learning to “be” there are times not to see,
the way others look, and that includes me,
at the colour I wear or the length of my hair.

So be slightly crazy
the times getting shorter
until all that is left
is the things that you “oughta”
do.

© ceenoa

SOD #6

SOD

Now how could I resist that!

The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching.
The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers,
“Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!

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If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.

I should have been a fencer.

Drive entry, broken top rail

I was going to write a rhyme about the cost of needing a new fence
but i can’t because my brain is feeling much too dense.

the end,  maybe … depends on the brain really

i should have been a fencer
the pay seems pretty good
the supplies grow all around me
’cause they are mainly made of wood.

yeah … definitely needs a less dense brain to get this one going.

A Crown of Feathers

IMG_20190629_171713She wore a crown of feathers
and some did think her mad,
she wore a crown of feathers
to remind her that she had,
learnt not to resist
the subtle twists
of life.

She wore a crown of feathers
upon her short grey hair,
and what they thought of her
she did not care,
because she liked herself.

She wore a crown of feathers
one visible, one unseen,
she wore a crown of feathers
let them wonder what it means,
when she takes to the sky
as she learns
to fly.

© ceenoa

Bath – A Short Paragraph Story

During the night, as she tried to free herself from the bath, she thought about how the tingles she felt at their first kiss should have been a warning. At the time she had been entranced by the sparkles in his eyes and his delicate touch, which had fooled her into thinking that she wasn’t just another bird to him. Now, with the bathwater freezing around her weighted legs showing her the true coldness of his heart, she bitterly regretted inviting Jack to visit again.
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