A Fibonacci Poem

look
at
this van
messages
written over it
seen at the beach this afternoon
i wonder how many men would agree with this quote

Chrysanthemums

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM


beautiful flowers
sturdy colourful and cheap
a poor person's rose

Silence

in the wee hours
the fridge humming
the clock ticking
a calm settles over the place

this is my precious time
my special time
i look forward to this
all day long

propped up against big colourful cushions
in oversized animal print pyjamas
eating  a cold mango
or sipping a baileys on ice
i sink into luxurious thoughts
escape for a few hours
my sticky fingers typing with love

Midweek Motif - Poets United

Wordle 177 MLMM

chaste self possessed white sweet clover pollen animate dowry
exhaust sprout arc the conventional position fawn devour

True Love

the fawn brown eyed girl
hair the colour of pollen
chaste as white sweet clover
self possessed
sprouted from the biblical arc
ignorant of the conventional
or any other position
had a huge dowry settled on her

her husband' to be' instead of devouring her
with his eyes became animated at the thought
of having enough money to buy
a new exhaust system for his car

Haiku Horizons

kids slurping ice blocks
bare feet shorts hats and singlets
summer approaches

For The Weekend

 SHADORMA

brings back thoughts
of endless summers
carefree days
they are gone
never to return again
memories

Such A Dear Old Lady

maisie was a nice woman

always allowed people
to get into the bus before her
gave up her seat for pregnant
women or the infirm

happy to help
answered questions for directions
assisted blind people across the road
picked up and returned items dropped from bags
to distracted  shoppers

looked after neighbours' mail, pets and gardens
whilst they were on holiday
always provided tea and sandwiches for tradesmen
bundled up clothes and things for charity
knitted quilt patch for the needy

then the day arrived in a flash
maisie was old herself

often missed the bus
because everyone shoved in front of her
 stood all the way clutching her walking sitck

when she dropped her purse
no one helped to pick up the contents
grumbling
as they stepped over her to get out

she had to go to hospital for a hip replacement
the neighbours were too busy
to collect her mail or look after her old dog
first time she had asked for a favour in forty years

her remaining relative had rover euthanased
because he would be too much for her to manage
making  a diary entry to check funeral expenses
a quick calculation of what her property was worth
eyeing off her few bits and pieces before driving rover
to his last visit to the vet

maisie  returned home

three months later she was found dead in her cottage
the neighbours consoled each other as the police
put the the tiny body bag into the car
if only they had known
if only she had reached out and asked for help they said

'such a dear old lady'






Midweek Motif Poets United