i thought some thoughts and typed them,
here upon this screen,
and then I accidentally wiped them,
and now they are unseen!
© ceenoa
Rhyme, Verse & Poetry
“On this Day” Repost – I don’t do Math
I may have mentioned once of twice my favourite FB feature – NO? Oh, well it is “on this Day” – and on this day in 2014 I wrote the following post. Strangely enough, today my FB feed has been full of posts of a similar nature; learning to be, living in the moment, being happy. The Universe does work in mysterious ways – and it pays to pay attention unless you want a kick up the backside.
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What does it all add up too?
the seconds of my life,
count them off in gratitude,
daughter, sister, mother, wife.
No number can ever tally,
the measure of our worth,
the answer is in living well,
each day upon the earth.
At Eighteen
At eighteen
I sit with dreams of love
but no way to build the reality
the material has become redundant at 24
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One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
“On this Day” Repost – The Dog
Facebook has one good feature – “On This Day”, and it’s reminded me why I’m feeling a bit …”off” … today. My original post can be found here.
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The dog takes me for a walk,
pulling against the leash,
strong and determined,
straining to break free.
We only walk in winter,
the dog and I,
weather grey and gloomy,
under short day skies.
My dog is black.
© ceenoa
Avoidance
Cards flicking silently
on an electronic screen
thoughts careening wildly
looping through my brain
no meaningful outcome
to either occupation
just time used
without solution
8/6/2017
Repost – Listen
I don’t normally do a lot of reposts, and not in so close succession – but I was tidying up my tags to remove double-ups and misspelling, etc (as you do), and stumbled upon this one. I read it and got a chill down my back, and I have learnt not to ignore those subtle signs, so I’m sharing it again. The original post can be found here.
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In the quiet of a winters day,
or zephyr breeze in spring,
in summer haze and autumn leaf,
the drop of rain, or growth of grass
in crunch of frost, the flow of sand
listen,
open mind and open heart,
and you will hear ,
the Universe is breathing.
© ceenoa
Not the C F Lullaby
Dear Bloggy-friend Lily, I promised you a lullaby, and I had composed a cracker of one driving to work on Tuesday, but as usual I had forgotten it by the time I was anywhere I could write it down. All I remember now was that I was going to call it “The C F Lullaby”. The C F was optional as to what it might signify, there were a couple of thoughts running through my head, and doubtless through yours also – please feel free to assign them at your leisure.
Anyway, the C F Lullaby has been lost to the swervy pathways of my verse-riddled brain, and this is what I came up with tonight. It is nowhere as elegant as the first that I thought of – (I can safely say that as no-one other than me actually knows what I thought first, and all I can remember now is the feel of it – a bit clever, a bit neat, a bit soporific) – but I offer it in good faith, and great wishes that it may induce a state of boredom, which will lead to sleep, if you read it enough times!
Hush painful body, please don’t make me cry,
I don’t have the energy, and you know that’s not a lie.
Please just let me lay here and try to go to sleep,
you know I’m over counting all the bloody sheep.
Hush aching body, relax here on the bed,
forget about the worries filling up my head.
Ignore my restless legs with an agenda of their own,
all I want to do now is find the sleep zone.
Hush stupid body, you make me feel so mad,
for all the things I cannot do, since I lost the life I had.
I’ve only got one purpose now, to sleep the night away,
so I can wake up with some energy to face another day.
Hush sleepy body, I am very thankful that,
we made it through the day somehow, and had this little chat.
So this same time tomorrow, when its time to sleep,
don’t make me sing this song again before unconsciousness I meet.
The Button
It’s little things that push,
the buttons that say “don’t”,
you always think you’ll know,
but you really ever won’t.
There’s just the hiss of vacuum,
as the air goes rushing out,
when the button touches circuits,
that say “now it’s time to shout”.
And after it’s all over,
and the button has popped back,
you’ll wonder what just happened,
as you angst upon the rack.
© ceenoa
P.S. I am absolutely fine, this is not me writing about how I feel just now (although I do admit to it sometimes happening to me). No, this is just how my rhyme-brain works sometimes! I was just peacefully playing a game of Solitaire on the computer and this demanded to be written. And, so I did. I don’t want to push the button!
Reduced Fraction
***My brain just won’t let this one go, it nagged at me today, (don’t be so wordy, make it cleaner, simpler, distil it down) so I had to rewrite it again. I promise, this is the last time, a variation of three is more than enough.
Somewhere,
out there,
you may be.
Walking around,
the unknown part,
of me.
© ceenoa
P.S. even as I typed it, the words changed again – this one is slippery!
New Fraction
somewhere out there,
you may be.
walking around,
the other half of my love,
the other half of my life.
come find me,
soon.
© ceenoa
*Based on an old, old poem I wrote 30 years ago – re-written today
