Friday Writings # 149

 SHADORMA

walk away

unlike poor lot's wife

don't look back

start afresh

remove toxins from your life

it is far too short

yes you do

you are generous 

with your love

don't accept

bad treatment from anyone

includes family

 

Whats Going On

in the war

his job

was to read letters

to the soldiers

who were illiterate

he said

the dear john ones

were the worse

the war

 wasn't  only bullets 

SHADORMA

love letter

from leonard cohen

to his love

marianne

a very tender  letter

i hope she kept it

What's Going On...HAIR Symbol of Rebellion ...SHADORMA

chemo curls........... nobody wants them....... she loves them....... very much....... always wanted curly hair........ now au naturel......

 

 

Friday Writings #145....Poets and Storytellers United

Austrian Orphan  1946

poor little mite 

ecstatic at getting new shoes

God love him

there is no substitute

for sheer joy

pleased he survived 

the horrors of the war

we will never know

what happened to him

i hope life was kind to him

if he is still around

whoever you are

wherever you are

God bless you Darling

 

 

What's Going On?...March Of Time

 time marches on

at a rate of knots

life is too fast  for everyone

 

 

baby boomers

are geriatrics now

in spite  of their monumental efforts

to change the status quo and their attempts

at achieving  significant change

the world they tried to create

doesn't exist

their chants of peace and  love

slow down you're going too fast

you've got to make the mornin' last 

are just fleeting petals in the wind now

 never mind carpe diem

savour the day

sapor diem 

this ole  not so groovy boomer  anymore says

 the perfection of smooth brown eggs

the brand new leaf shoot on your window sill basil plant

the incredible (ongoing in my case ) kindness of strangers

the adoring look and purring of a cat as he watches  you serve

 fresh sardines 

are all mind blowing

no illicit substances necessary

we have so much to give thanks for 

 

 

FEELIN GROOVY ?

then

DEO GRATIAS

 

 

Poets and Storytellers United....Friday Writings....#145...Memories

 i suppose

i could write about

my travel adventures

living in other countries

seeing incredible  sights 

of art architecture and history

meeting interesting people

but for me

(probably because i am

at the pointy end of life)

the memory that affords me the

greatest pleasure,most joy and peace

as a child

was pegging out the washing

on  beautiful spring afternoons

with my darling grandmother

time with her was the most important 

influence in my life

no person i have ever known

was more interesting than she was

yet this unassuming woman

never ventured far from her home

 was happy to be there

 

What's Going On....Choices

 ruined for choice

hardly

not her lot at all

it always was

and still is

sink or swim

do or die

survival always

 the foremost consideration

 miraculously

she's still here

(just )

alive and limply kicking