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

Wine, the Beach, the Garden & Goodnight

I have been ramping up the creativity in the last few weeks, as my big annual market is approaching very quickly – only 7 weeks to go!  So here are a few of my latest bits a pieces, hope you enjoy looking at them.

If you don’t, then quietly click away onto something you do – time is too precious to waste on things you don’t like – and truthfully I shall never know, so where is the harm?

I decided to kick things off with a bit of red wine – no, not drinking of, spilling of.  After contemplating the mess it would have been if it was real, I thought some relaxation at the beach was in order.

I didn’t want to drive anywhere so I decided to make my own – in my empty pool (well, big glass platter – but let’s not quibble with the artisitc licence).

As you know, you need to be careful of bare feet at the beach, there are all sorts of hazards, like little crabs waiting to nibble on your toes. I successfully avoided them and found the water lapping the edge of the sand which was nicely bestrewn with shells and driftwood.

After that I thought a bit of garden time would round things off nicely.

Wandering through the flowers was very peaceful, and by then it was nearly time to go to sleep, so my last little offering (especially for Brian – if he has made it this far) is a little inversion to welcome the evening star.

Deep Purple Crocus inverted and framed

Oh, and everyone knows that good things can make you a bit melancholy during the week of your anniversaries, when your special someone is no longer there to share it with – but do not worry because there is a solution apparently:

Absinthe Spill (3)

“Absinthe –  makes the heart grow fonder”

P.S  perhaps I should have drunk it instead of spilling it 🙂

FIFO – A Short Paragraph Story

The peacefulness of the pool was broken as the “fly-in fly-out” squad bomb dived into it. The ruffled locals moved out of their path and let them get on with all the showing off, the noisy social commentary, and the ubiquitous attempt of some new FIFO to hook up with someone elses partner. They would have to wait to get their peaceful life back again: after all, migrating birds don’t stick around very long.

© ceenoa

 

This one has been banging around my head for over a month since I saw a flock of migrating birds swoop down into the dam in the paddock next door,  and in that time I lost my flow – I really should have written it when it barged into my brain.

SOD #6

SOD

Now how could I resist that!

The dogs lazed on the floor, tongues lolling, ears twitching.
The master sashayed around the room, doing a bad impression of Austins Powers,
“Groovy baby, lets make some Art” he said, as he flung the dog food in their bowl and started taking pictures of the splattered empty can!

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If you want to find out what SOD really means – read this post.

A Crown of Feathers

IMG_20190629_171713She 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

Bath – A Short Paragraph Story

During the night, as she tried to free herself from the bath, she thought about how the tingles she felt at their first kiss should have been a warning. At the time she had been entranced by the sparkles in his eyes and his delicate touch, which had fooled her into thinking that she wasn’t just another bird to him. Now, with the bathwater freezing around her weighted legs showing her the true coldness of his heart, she bitterly regretted inviting Jack to visit again.
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Discombobulated Flow

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.

 

©  ceenoa