Come Springtime, Come!

A spread of yellow bright as the sun.
Bequeath with petals to please the bees.
The yellow dandelion whilst appear.
Spring shall est soon be here. 

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I’ve reached the age

Where Death, once a seldom seen acquaintance

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Sitting in our small living room,

The first place I ever lived

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She was the first

Who I felt understood

How broken we can be

Inside,

She showed me

That the rest of the world can’t understand

Because they’ve never looked at the knife

Quite the same way,

She’s the first

Who showed me there is a way out

Even if we stumble

Time and time again.

 

September Song Project

*note, the link does lead to a sometimes NSFW site who is hosting a September Song Project, to use songs to show changes in life that I am currently participating in- DokUrtybitz

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Ridden by it
Thoughts never cease
Carooming around
Inside my skull
Churning the butterflies
Alive in my gut.
Try to be logical,
To make a plan,
Taking some action,
All I have to show
Is naught,
That’s a nitro burst
For my stress.

Transitory

As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth,
And death is more significant than birth.

Some People

Some people
come into our lives
and we hardly know
they are there.

Moments of Change

And in the low of the eve the cotton seed spins timelessly.

The harp, the home, the houses we know

are like catalysts of change.

Chrysalis

.

There was once a caterpillar who stood there,

at the edge of the old hickory’s branch.

Changes

Changes

It used to be

I’d refer to a calendar

If I wanted to see

What day of the week it was.

Later I didn’t think twice

Because I’d see it on

An electronic device.

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Daddy issues,
I spot them from
A mile away,
Choosing the method
Of connection
As they talk
And strut.

Change ((Chained Shadorma)

 

sibyllic
the whispering wind

If I could follow summer

 

If I could follow summer
when it leaves around this time
I’d have my bags all packed and ready
and would be the first in line
For the chance to feel the warming sun
on my face throughout the year
Would be simply marvellous
and would sure to bring me cheer

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Slowly surfacing,
Glimmer glimpsed
Ahead,
I’m drawn up
By the loving arms
Of my mania,
Helter skelter

Here I come

Who We Are – a villanelle

It isn’t easy to change who we are
We all have to make choices in life
But we have to know what we want.

Seasonal Changes

Time gradually causes decline.
As in seasons, changes take place.
Falcons steady their pace.
Seemingly untouched by surroundings.

Changes

The changes to places, I don’t really mind.

But the changes to faces, oh I really do mind.

Lost are the theater, the restaurant and the park,

but not those who’ve touched my heart.

 

Faces change with lines and crinkles,

everyone faces the inevitable wrinkle.

But the soul of youth remains,

no matter how many things change.

THE PUNCTURE

Poetry challenge 3

( Overheard in my lounge this evening)

Hubby: Don’t forget two spoons to ease off the tire.

The lad from next door: Yes and I shall need a bowl of water!  OH! yes I shall need the kit too!