Habit & Pattern

Hydrangeo Heart (2)

I am a person of pattern
of habit and rhythm in life
and when this gets interrupted
it can cause all manner of strife

I’m working from home at the moment
I’m not sad to give up the commute
it’s just that my new “office” layout
is not really made to suit

I am a person of process
do this, then this, and then that
when something is not in it’s order
in has a flow on effect

I’m starting to find a new pattern
it is wobbly, when I long for smooth
but a good life is never a constant
and repetition will eventually soothe

I am a person of habit
but that rhythm can lead you astray
so I’m working on new ways of being
as I wait through these “stay at home” days

© ceenoa

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

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

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

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

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