I am a little orchid, and I feel a little awkward, 'cause I know I should look pretty, but I think that term's a little iffy, 'cause i'm kinda spiderlike!
Australian Native “Common Bird” Orchid – Chiloglottis Valida
I am a little Orchid
Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
Block – and not doing mine
This is a little test to see what block is best and i can happily say that this block is the way i want my verse to look! Thanks to Hugh for telling me about it.
I’ve know I’ve been gone
I know i’ve been gone, for a very long time,
and most likely I will be again,
it’s just that some things had taken my mind,
to a place where there was no rhyme.
to a person who “verses” that is not very good,
to be stuck in that place was hard on my heart,
and trying to force it, is not what you should,
as forced versifying will break you apart!
so take it however you wish to do,
with a pinch of salt or the warmth of a smile,
when truly I say that I have missed you,
and I’ll try and tarry, here with you, a while.
©ceenoa
P.S – however, the fact that this new editor does my head in when trying to compose text probably is not going to help. Why does it add huge spaces between my lines, or none at all when I write a verse?
aarrrrrgh
Out on a limb
In autumn leaves rustling
I remember the glory
Of dancing out on a limb
The sway of the branch
As the winds of life
Determined where i would fall
In autumn leaves shining
I remember the colour
Of being held by you
As out on a limb i waited
For your heart
to catch me as i fell
In autumn leaves floating
I remember the sight
Of you and our children laughing
As out on a limb we held them
Safe in our hearts and our love
Never fearing that we would fall
In autumn leaves falling
I remember the grieving
And out on the limb on my own
I cling to the branch that gave me
The dance of the seasons, the reasons
For not regretting the fall.
Habit & Pattern
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
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
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
Passing Through
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
