Tag: Verse
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Having an Irky!
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…
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Bones and Scars
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. © ceenoa you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me, head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped. an irredescent…
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The Lid
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…
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Bubble
I am a bubble a world of colour memories swirl within and I cling to the outside I am a bubble delicate and fragile yet strong enough to hold on to support. I am a bubble floating in the universe blown by some others hand I move until I land. © ceenoa
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Thoughtless Unplugging
I’m on the third night of no broadband internet connection, and this is how it happened: the urge to move the furniture came suddenly upon me, alas the urge caused failure of the internet connection thingy! “““““““ my modem is senile it’s forgot who it is now it can’t do it’s duty because of this.…
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Reasons for not doing Housework
A few years ago I wrote a post called Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework. I thought it was time to for a reprise, more in line with my current excuses, er reasons, for not completing my houseworkerly duties. I can’t vacuum the floor today, I need to create something that may, be transiently pleasing to my “arty”…
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A Shed
I’d love to have a shed, where I could put my stuff, where it would not matter, should I splatter, paint or resin on the floor. I’d love to have a shed, a space I could create in, inks and clay, on the benches could stay and not have to be packed up. I’d love…
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Sunday Evening
It’s nice to get to Sunday evening without panic setting in, to not feel stressed and anxious, as to what the next work day will bring. To know I have a job that I enjoy going to, with each Wednesday off as a special bonus too. It’s really quite conducive to bringing out my best,…
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Jangle
like a jar of marbles rattled energetically, this jangle of words in my head skittle back and forth, and never settle to a rhythm that makes sense. © ceenoa
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Apologies to Banjo
There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around that the chick from Old Ma White had got away and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told, predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray. For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let…
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