The Lid

I gathered them up and put them,
Copper and Silver Lidded Resin Bowl (7)in a place they could be hid,
and just to make sure they couldn’t escape.
I covered them with a lid.

They are my sweetest treasures,
invisible to your eyes,
yet when I look upon them,
their richness makes me smile.

No thief in the night can steal them,
from the place that they are hid,
and when I am feeling broken,
I gently lift off the lid.

© ceenoa

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Bubble

BubbleI am a bubble
a world of colour
memories swirl within
and I cling
to the outside

I am a bubble
delicate and fragile
yet strong enough
to hold on
to support.

I am a bubble
floating in the universe
blown by some others hand
I move
until I land.

© ceenoa

Thoughtless Unplugging

I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened:

the urge to move the furniture
came suddenly upon me,
alas the urge caused failure
of the internet connection thingy!

“““““““
my modem is senile
it’s forgot who it is
now it can’t do it’s duty
because of this.

i pulled out the plugs
without flicking the switch
one small unthought action
has now caused a big hitch!

the modem’s not working
won’t connect like it ought
and now the last option is to call
“Tech Support”.

there’s a 40 minute call queue
before I get to point 1
then another 40 minute waiting
till I can get something done.

I’ve given it up as a bad job tonight
so I’m writing my blog via my mobile’s “hotspot”
and rueing that wilfull unplugging
which caused internet loss!

Reasons for not doing Housework

A few years ago I wrote a post called Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework.
I thought it was time to for a reprise, more in line with my current excuses, er reasons, for not completing my houseworkerly duties.

I can’t vacuum the floor today,
I need to create something that may,
be transiently pleasing to my “arty” soul,
and happy lasts longer than clean, don’t you know!

I can’t wash the windows, sorry, not today,
my grandson left finger kisses on his last stay,
and it would be un-grandmotherly mean,
to destoy his art just to make them clean!

I’m not washing dishes, the clothes or the floors,
I’m not cooking food, cleaning windows or doors,
I’m doing MY stuff, and having some fun,
the housework can wait until I am done.

Oh, and if you don’t like that, then let me suggest,
that you don’t visit, or, better yet,
do come for a visit, and if you,re concerned,
you clean my house, and I’ll watch and learn!

© ceenoa

A Shed

I’d love to have a shed,
where I could put my stuff,
where it would not matter,
should I splatter,
paint or resin on the floor.

I’d love to have a shed,
a space I could create in,
inks and clay,
on the benches could stay
and not have to be packed up.

I’d love to have a shed,
a Sister’s Shed I’d have
to share the fun of art,
with those of similar heart,
oh, I’d love to have shed.

© ceenoa

Red – A Short Paragraph Story

She couldn’t believe how much red there was on her hands, and dripping off the thin knife still held in them. Anger now cooled, she watched as each droplet hit the floor with a small explosion of startling violence, and thought how beautiful the pattern was that it created. Shaking her head at her dreaming, she wondered what she should do now. “Have I really killed you?” she mused, “No, for where there is Death, there is Life”, and she swiped her palette knife over the canvas and a fresh colourful creation was born.

© ceenoa

 

This story has been percolating in my brain for a month or more.  Thankfully this challenge post from Brian brought it to the boil when he sent me my 3 words yesterday:  startling, colourful, explosion.  As soon as I got them I knew that they fit this short paragraph story, and so, here it is.

Painting #149

Sunday Evening

It’s nice to get to Sunday evening without panic setting in,
to not feel stressed and anxious,
as to what the next work day will bring.

To know I have a job that I enjoy going to,
with each Wednesday off
as a special bonus too.

It’s really quite conducive to bringing out my best,
To know each Monday morning
it’s just two days till I can have a rest!

© ceenoa