Monthly Archives: August 2014

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Change is acomming

Eerie silence fills the air

the day has come for change

My choice, my change

The last day day has come

 

My comfort blanket of a job has stopped

whipped away, my choice

This is the end of an era

Jobs last day has come

 

There is an ache inside for what I know

a sadness for leaving it behind

apprehension for what comes next

I know that this will pass

 

I cant expect different if things stay the same

There is always a choice, which I grab

Today is the end of my comfortable job

On Monday a new chapter starts.

 

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Hidden in a Cloak

Face is set with a smiling beam

Bounce in my feet as I enter the room

Joy in my voice as I converse with others

this is the me that others can see

 

The invisible cloak is worn today

I pull it tight, no gaps appear

It is my comfort blanket

I feel safe and warm

 

Why and what are you hiding

Hurt, for I cant say where the pain is

Sadness, for I cant show my tears

Disappointed, but I cant explain why

 

So hidden in the cloak

Are the bits that I cant share with the world

just for a while, I keep it tight around me

Self preservation, until I am stronger

 

 

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Contagious Beams

Shaking with excitement

Huge smiles upon your faces

You both jump up and down

Your natural happiness coats me

 

We enter the enclosure

Beautiful green birds flying around us

One of you shy’s away,

you don’t take the necta,r you watch

 

Birds land on my arm,

pecking at the beaker of nectar

your eyes widen,

your smile is slightly apprehensive

 

your brother takes the beaker

birds flock onto his arms

he is amazed at holding so many

worried at the sharpness of their claws

 

You both find it hard to relax

its perfectly natural for you to feel this way

The nectar is finished, we leave the area

the beams across your faces are infectious

 

you both chatter 19 to the dozen

the experience was new and exciting

you forget your nerves,

and quite rightly revel in your achievements.

 

 

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Suspended in water

Suspended in water

tiny fluttering of fins

you work so hard to remain

Motionless

 

You dart, twist and turn

scoot between rocks

Chase one anthers to

entertain

 

Floating in the bubbles

created by the pump

I see you bask, do they

Tickle?

 

I come to your tank

you come to greet me

are you looking at me

the way i’m looking at you

 

You are not free

held in a tank

I am not free

bound to a house

 

I am thankful for your serenity

you give me peace

you capture me, mesmerize me

I thank you

 

 

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Autumnal August

Fierce hot sun is now a warm glow

Brilliant blue skies turns into baby blue

Harsh hard light, is now soft to the face

Warm summer air, now has a nip to its touch

 

Cobnuts are heavy, pulling branches down

Hundreds of Blackberries all pumped up and lush

A glut of Rose hips adorn the bushes

There is a feast ahead for us all.

 

Summer feels as its coming to an end

August great heat has disappeared

Autumn has come early, or at least that’s how it feels

The seasons are moving, away from the norm

 

 

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patience of a spider

Suspended from the ceiling

motionless

you look like a statue

Frozen

transfixed by your stillness

Spellbound

Without warning you drop

Swifly

Your delicate invisible strand

Smoothly

your long legs are still

gliding

you reach your target

Pausing

I watch, wait, wonder

Patience

I will apply the same

Composure

You are always a beautiful

facination

 

 

 

 

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Free as a bird

Cage door opens

bird perches on the edge

Unsure of whats outside

of the bars of the cage

 

Hesitantly,launches

bird flies fast and high

landing high in a tree

Bird is free

 

I want to be, Free as a bird

to choose what I do

When I have a holiday

Take a break for lunch

 

Not to be on the hamster wheel

Not to be dictated too

Self sufficient, live my life

As free as a bird, not locked in a cage

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List of Lists

I am a list writer

for almost everything

List for the shopping,

which I will leave behind

 

A long list in the lounge

of all the jobs in pending

some will have a tick by friday

The chances are it will be longer

 

There is a list in the shed

of the garden jobs a waiting

there’s one for the car

Its so untidy in there

 

Lists on a Monday, grows on a tuesday

it carries on for Wednesday and thursday

By Friday and the weekend, there are lists of lists

So on Monday I start the list again

 

This weekend i need to complete them

Why you ask ? the answers simple

To clear the head, the mess the muddle

Tidy house, makes a tidy mind.