When I blow you my dandelion clock.
Where will you go?
Will you float on the wind and be carried to far away lands
Will you land at my feet and stay where you started life
Will you land on the back of a bird and go to pastures new
Where will you go?
So will you take my dreams with you?
Will they ever come true?
Will my dreams be of adventures in far away lands?
Will my dreams stop at my feet and go no further?
Will my dreams be of pastures new?
Only you my Danelion Seed as I blow you
Only you will know where I will go.
The red bricks are place on the foundation of the fireplace
The build ever upwards around the smoke chamber
As it grows every higher it narrows reaching towards the sky
The beauty in the design as it takes shape on the roof top
Hexagonal, delicately placed to reach the sky
Your twin pillared stack is joined at the crown with a pot
You twist and turn in a star design as you reach the top
Your octagonal body reaches ever upwards
You lift the swirling smoke gently leading the way
What secrets do you hold as they float upwards?
The burnt letter from a lover, a photo from the past
A secret spoken you encase and in your warmness
The embers smolder in your hearth, lie unspoken
You are silent you do not reveal the words that float upwards
As you cool down, the evening has come to an end
Tomorrow there will be new things to hide
My eyes are closed
A pungent smell wafts into my face
As I gasp it fills my lungs
A dry powdery acid taste hits the back of my throat
I gulp, as I breathe deeply I feel nausea
The smell is penetrating my skin, my clothes
Its rotting stench rises up inside me
I can bare it no longer, my eyes open
A Lilly is placed before me
Purple streaks bleed into the white petals
The orange stamen sheds its powder
How can a thing of such beauty have a perfume that is so foul?
Today my post is about my nieces latest problem. She is six.
The problem is what shall I wear
What goes with my bunny ears
Sofia says it should be purple or pink
Doesn’t she know my favourite colour is white
I wore my ears to school,
My teacher let me wear them all day
Sofia wanted to wear them, however they are mine
So I said maybe another day.
Mummy said I couldn’t wear them swimming
She thought they would get very wet.
Doesn’t she know that bunnies can swim
I think they would make me go faster,
I wore them in bed last night
They don’t stay on very well
They wriggled around and tickled my nose
I didn’t mind, they didn’t wake me up
I going to wear my white leggings
And my stripy jumper and socks
My favourite boot sand my pink coat
And my bunny ears with no hat.
Inside this Lazarus jewel box
Lies the key to my heart
The box lid is tight as a snout otter clam
To open it there is a secret key
Under the Peruvian hat lies a strawberry top
Which sits on top of a shoulderblade sea cat
Inside the woody canoebubble
There is a Ghastly Miter
Here is the key to the jewel box
Inside you need to make a choice
IS it Tricolor Niso or Triangular Nutmeg
If you can work it out, my heart will be open.
Today I used the shuffle on my phone to find 5 titles of songs to make a poem. This isnt something I would normally do. Either the poems or use the shuffle on my phone. This is todays ditty
On a night like this
There is a little bit of me
In fact absolutely me
I am in all your dreams