Original and Unique

I am always trying to describe myself. There is no one who is the same as me. There is only one me, which you could be thankful for today.  I sat at work and a friend text and said a customer had asked for something unique. I text back… ‘That’s you’ he is like each one of us Unique. So today’s inspiration comes from all things that are original and unique.

Something Original and unique

Is me

Every poem written

By me

Every conversation

With me

Every tear shed

Comfort me

Every kiss is

Passionate me

Every story told

Every poem shared

All my happy thoughts

Are unique to me

and I share them with you

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Conversations of fish

So today Napowrimo’s prompt was to write a conversation. I have chosen fish….

fish

.

The red tail, he’s an interloper

Is he really? how do you know?

Well we have been here for ages

Ages, have we are you sure?

Yes, well the plants are different

What do you mean?

The plants have grown

They might be new?

Well he’s an interloper

He’s certainly bossy

Did he pick a fight with you?

Oh yes, I shot under the stone

That a good hiding place

They watched the red tail,

He glided through the tank

You know, I think he’s sad

I think he needs a friend

Shall we be his friend?

We could give it a go

Do you want to be friends?

They asked the red tail

He flicked his tail shooting round the tank

Oh yes, I really would like friends

I have been very lonely

And the little fish were delighted

They wanted everyone to be happy in their little box.

Change is swift

Brilliant blue skies

intense searing sun

white fluff clouds

Rhythmic calm sea

wind blows gentley

I close my eyes

peace all around

 

Ominous dark skies

heavy black clouds

The air is stiffling

heat is almost suffocating

Gun grey sea

Crashes with force

Large rain drops fall

intense heavy bursts

no peace now

 

The wind blows quickly in

and out just as fast

calming down again

dark clouds have moved

the sky is a brilliant blue again

the sun shines intensely

the sapphire sea is calm

a gentle roll of the wabes

peace is regained

 

 

Conversations of the climbing Snails

‘Is this a race’ said one to another

‘I don’t think it is, we’ve been at it all night’.

‘Can you not wait for me to catch up?’

‘You’ve got to be joking, this leaf is too small.’

 

Two snails continued their dangerous climb

as they slowly slithered along the small leaves,

high on the bush the wobbled around

their top heavy shells, all most pulling them down.

 

‘Where are we going?’ one asked the other

“To the top of course.’ was his reply

“What’s up there?’ asked the second snail

“I’ve no idea, but its important we reach the top.’

 

“Why” asked the second snail, who was struggling now

“So we can go down the other side.’

The second snail was confused right now

He’d spent all night moving from leaf to leaf

 

The climb had been hard he’d fallen twice

for no particular reason it seemed.

‘I don’t think I’ll bother’ said the second snail

‘Hey don’t give up.” the first replied.

 

“Imagine the achievement of reaching the top.’

“I have, and to think I could have slept all night.’

They reached the summit, admired the view

Then spent the morning going back down again.