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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Dogs Life

many dogs with stick

It’s time for a walk

My dog and me

Boots on

Wagging tail

Shooting out of the door

As fast as a bullet

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Barks of delight

At the grass and the wind

Playmates arrive

Sticks in mouths

Friend growling

Running in circles

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All three join in

Running round together

One stick in three mouths

Almost joined at the hip

No one dare bark

For fear of losing the stick

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Game now over

Happy and slow

Home for breakfast

Exhaustion sets in

Flops on his bed

It’s a dogs life.

Newness and Silence

gorse

Bright yellow  flowers burst over the gorse

Like sun rays, covering the forest

Bright new leaves softly swaying

Blue skies stretch beyond the beyond

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Rabbits hide in clumps of heather

tiny buds of pink and white appear

Deer graze on the heath in the distance

Hide, protected by woodland thickets

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The smell of newness on the warm breeze

The sound of silence echoes in my ears

Come share this space, this time with me

Let the newness and silence be us

The better friend

I see you rarely

we text sometimes

we speak every now and then

yet I hold you close in my mind

 

I see you sometimes

We speak once a week

you make me laugh

you are dear to me

 

I speak to you every day

we text like a conversation

We see each other as much as we can

I roar with laughter with you

you are always in my thoughts

I want to share so much with you

 

We are all the better friend

 

Secrets kept close

You are my comfort, my warmness, my home

You are a century old, and wise as an owl

Your dark wood holds a life time of secrets

I tell  you mine, you keep them close

The stories you could tell lie in your grains

You never reveal them, they are mine to share

what about yours, is it young or old.

Young  for a new life, with stories to gather

or old, battered and bruised but loved dearly

Mine is solitude, relief, the best listener there is

Keep my secrets well, and per chance

If Someone is in need of a story,

You are happy for me to tell them yours.