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.
I had a niggly little thought
but it was full of holes
and so I didn’t say it, but left it in my head
and that’s as good as any place
to store it I suppose.
I had a little leaf
and it was full of holes
and yet they made it beautiful, an elegant design
so I found a way to keep it safe
and let it’s whole self show.
i broke my ankle on New Years Eve,
on a simple attempt to cross the street.
my feet moved off before my head,
and so i tripped right off the edge.
I broke both bones in my left leg,
“we’ll call an ambulance” they said,
but 2 hours later I still waited
getting more agitated.
so in the end to my car i hopped,
and my kidlet drove to the hospital and stopped.
they told me I would have to stay,
for an operation the next day.
I’ve had to have a plate put in,
securely fixed with 7 pins,
and part of a bone they couldn’t fix,
has now been given the surgeons flick.
so now I hop, and scoot round in my chair,
6 whole weeks no weight to bear,
and i think each time i see my foot,
before i moved I should have looked!
I’m taking a break from my blog
it’s become a really hard slog
to publish a post
when what I want most
is not to be bothered at all.
So thanks for all that I’ve read
and the images formed in my head
from your pictures and blurbs
and reading your words
has filled my heart with delight.
So it’s goodbye from me
and we shall see
if a 2019 blog is meant to be.
P.S I wish you all a safe, peaceful and loving Festive Season, may the Universe fill your hearts, and lives with joy and kindness overflowing.
WARNING: If you don’t like “toilet” humour (and I mean that literally) – move along now!
This verse has been nagging me to write it for days since the “visit”- so I finally gave in and decided to traumatise you all as well.
there’s a poo in my loo!
it had been well hid, till I lifted the lid,
and a poo in the loo,
when you go for a wee, is not something you want to see.
oh, that poo in the loo,
who left it there? and do I really care?
but the poo in the loo,
says they need a lesson, in remembering to push the button!
so the door to the room of the poo in my loo
now displays note, on which I wrote:
you left a poo in my loo –
next time don’t rush, and remember to FLUSH!
I skipped the visuals for this one – it just seemed the appropriate thing to do!
I counted all the years of we
then all the years of widow
and my world had tilted
the balance shifted
and so I cried.
I went a little mad today,
and vacuumed ‘neath the bed,
it’s not my normal housework style,
to clean what can’t be seen,
i’m more a fan of neat and tidy,
and a quick superficial clean.
but I’d bought a brand new vacuum,
– so I had to try it out –
it’s an upright, with a lift off can,
and a sucky spout!
so I used it on the skirting boards,
and then glimpsed beneath the bed.
oh, I know that I should do it,
much more often than I do,
but it’s such a major undertaking,
and ignorance is bliss,
until the carpet changes colour,
which is a sign that you can’t miss.
so I had to move my heavy bed,
and push it round the room,
I might have moved it ten times,
’cause in the end I just lost track,
and I suppose that it was worth it,
though i’ve gone and hurt my back.
So here there is a lesson,
if you’re just a bit like me,
do not buy a brand new vacuum,
and test it in your room,
and do not look beneath your bed,
else you might meet a dusty doom.
I’m having an irky today,
I’ve been in my PJ’s all day,
I slouched to the couch,
when I got out of bed,
and here I shall probably stay.
I’m having an irky today,
it’s what happens when you are not,
as sick as you could be,
nor as well as you should be,
and you feel just a bit more than “off”.
So I’m having an irky today,
but I hope by tomorrow it’s done,
and that a good sleep tonight,
will put it to flight,
and the irky will then be all gone.
the fierce missing shatters my bones
the gravity of grief unraveling
exposing my marrow
stripping off layers.
and I have to regrow again
the skin and sinew of “now”
that holds me together.
you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me,
head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped.
an irredescent netting, marking the breaking and the healing,
the threads of a new outer that constrain the broken.
I gathered them up and put them,
in a place they could be hid,
and just to make sure they couldn’t escape.
I covered them with a lid.
They are my sweetest treasures,
invisible to your eyes,
yet when I look upon them,
their richness makes me smile.
No thief in the night can steal them,
from the place that they are hid,
and when I am feeling broken,
I gently lift off the lid.