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.
She 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
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.
I feel like I should make a post, but I didn’t have anything interesting to say ,
have some inverted pictures instead!
Suggestions: Bloom, Flowers, Love
Haven’t been here for a while, for various reasons, but the “suggestions” today fit nicely with what I have been doing lately. so I thought a SOD was in order.
She blooms, as she drowns her flowers, with love.
If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.
you pass through
like sunrise behind clouds
you pass through
in smoke on autumn air
you pass through
when wind ripples across sand
elusive and ephemeral
and whole worlds birth and die
as you pass through
© ceenoa
Good people of the world, enjoy,
that flashy foil and crinkly noise,
a chocoholics favourite season,
to indulge for no other reason,
than that Easter Bunny left some eggs,
(it doesn’t matter it makes no sense),
so scoff that choccy goodness down,
I’ll have the white, you have the brown.
© ceenoa
I’d been feeling discombobulated,
by things within my house,
and so I had to move them round,
till I ran out of space.
I put them there,
and pushed them here,
I lifted and I shifted,
at a ferocious pace.
It didn’t matter what I did,
I couldn’t make them fit,
it jangled and it jarred me,
that I couldn’t find their place.
So I resorted to my usual,
I started chucking out,
the things that were annoying me,
which brought a smile to my face.
It’s not completely perfect,
but then, what really is?
but flow has been restored somewhat,
and I’ll accept that grace.
© ceenoa
I’ve been doing a lot of “art” stuff lately – mostly dried flowers set into resin. Here’s a few photos (since I just upgraded my account and now I have another 3GB to fill with pics).
I didn’t want you to be just a habit
another tick on the list of the day
and so I said
“let’s have a break”
thinking it would only be a short while
a “holiday” from self-created duty
but now I find that I
am diminished by our seperation
and yet reluctant to return
I desire the reward without the effort
so I gently chide myself
and type these words to share.
© ceenoa
