Spring has Sprung

early Spring Daffodils (6)
Spring Daffodils

Oh, Spring has sprung,
the sun does shine,
but I’m stuck inside,
and doing time.

I’ve got “the bug”,
in throat and head,
and backache’s forced me
out of bed.

I long to sit out in the sun,
looking at it’s not enough,
but I know that if I move,
I’ll stir up this hacking cough.

This too shall pass,
and it will be,
that soon you’ll spend,
some time with me!

Oh, Spring has sprung,
she shines so bright,
clear blue day skies,
crisp, sparkled nights.

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Rhythm of a Rhyme

I haven’t written much,
in such a long, long time,
I am not sure that I remember,
how to craft a rhyme.

Is it the rhythm of the words,
that lulls your brain to sleep,
that allows the nonesense that I write,
to not cause you to weep?

It’s like a swaying dance,
a dangle and a dip,
then a twirl around the floor,
being careful not to slip.

The pattern starts to form,
and words slowly start to flow,
it doesn’t have to make much sense,
as by now you surely know.

It’s the music that’s not played,
that lingers in the soul,
words implied, not spoken,
a simple, easy goal.

Tonight I listened to the rhythm,
I danced a little bit,
it’s no great piece of literature,
but a least I didn’t sit,

this
one
out.

© ceenoa

“On this Day” Repost – Size 20

Yeah, you know I love this little “On This Day” thing on FB, and today it gave me this one from 3 years ago. Here is the link to the original post.  It was great to read some of the nice comments left, and downright weird to read my responses – sometimes I just don’t feel that I type like me!.

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So yes, I’m size 20 – an incontrovertible fact,
I’m way past cuddly and curvy, so let’s just call me fat.

“She must be greedy and lazy, to let herself get to that size”,
they speak without understanding, one day they may realise.

It’s so much more than just eating – this chaos that lives in my brain,
compounded of joyful memories, and bottomless buckets of pain.

The food is only a symptom, of things I cannot control,
for though I am shattered and broken, once I was boundlessly whole.

I know it is not the real answer, to things that go “bump in the night”
but just for those few tiny moments, food makes some of it right.

I’ve searched for other solutions, but to food I keep coming back,
so look deeper than just my surface – my pain is displayed in my fat.

© ceenoa

 

“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.

“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

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

Half Graham Thomas inverted

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.