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.

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.

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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Discombobulated Flow

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

Thoughts on Blogging

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