a blursday life
flitting
here and there
those who wander are not always lost
he grew old
she grew up
the sadness began
reality collided with dreams
hold me now
warm my heart
stay with me
hold me now
time is short
stay with me
until the end
https://youtu.be/S3HDdoy3T9c
Weekly Scribblings # 48
the colours of home
nature's christmas palette
a parrot's delight
Troiku
the colours of home
nanas rosy apple cheeks and
rimless spectacles
nature's christmas palette
yellow wattles red gum flowers
raspberries and pink peppercorns
a parrots delight
gorging on unpicked olives
an expensive treat
Writers Pantry # 48
i thought
you had a heart
i was wrong ( again)
you cannot dim
the colours of my life
with your cruelty
i will spend christmas
on a deserted beach and
drink champagne with the seagulls
Writers Pantry # 47 PSU
thanksgiving
a celebration of the one way trip
the economically driven pilgrim fathers
had more important things than jesus
on their minds
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/sep/20/pilgrim-fathers-harsh-truths-amid-the-mayflower-myths-of-nationhood
Weekly Scribblings # 46
a mover and shaker
bollywood's red hot dancer
fires up the spirit
if he gave lessons
i would sell my furniture
to pay for them
if i fell backwards
into his arms on the dance floor
would he catch me
i will never know
Writers Pantry # 46
stacy paints some lovely pics
with black crows featuring quite a bit
she does a bit of this and that
winning prizes for her way out hats
reams of alfoil line her shelves
it's rumoured that she has 12 elves
she loans them out on christmas night
to santa for his long haul flight
far too cold
no one in today
been a year
already
who knows what summer will bring
life's changed forever
the candle light will soon
fizzle out quietly
unnoticed
never there
never remembered
