Teddy Bear scruff  I asked
“Is something wrong”
you hesitated far too long.
I saw the change in your eyes
’tis a loo
k you can’t disguise.
Time has left it’s mark ‘tis true,
but a few grey hairs?
worry you.

‘cos of course,
doesn’t worry me… at all…
That’s what hairdressers are for…   *cough*  xx

Hold On Tight…

nightmars 1                                        I placed my foot                
upon the stair,
              then in a blink                             
                                  it wasn’t there.                                                                
I fell for miles, or
so it seemed
as if time slowed as I dreamed.
But opening eyes
wide in fright
gave true sense of my plight.
The ground                              
was coming,
                          hurtling fast,

as I relived a lifetime past.
Then suddenly, all was still
held in stasis by my will,
for the Pen
I gripped
became my friend,
taking control
I wrote…
The End  

Gotta love being in control. x

Tuning Fork…

Do you feel it? Like an ‘itch’ inside,
it tells you something and more beside.
Tells of places you could be, tells of exciting
things to see, tells you not to hold back in fear,
to let life take hold,  to raise a glass and cheer,
as a tuning fork you can feel the thrum. To live,
love and be happy,
perfectly attuned to life’s drum.

I have this Painting, Girl by The Sea,
she seems to be watching/waiting…
longing for another time another place… x

Inner Reflecting…

owens-pond-dawn-041114-800webInner Reflecting on two
for one,  dark of night packed up
and gone. Morning glow yawns into sight
as lazy clouds puff up in delight. Trees reach up,
stretching high, releasing a contemplative sigh.
Perfectly framed, in perfect pose,
what will this day bring?
Whomsoever knows…

MY thanks to Steve , for the use of the above beautiful and reflective photo,  which awakened my brain cells into action…A much needed kick start methinks  x


tree carvings 2

‘Tis the snow that haunts me from that day,
to see many footprints on their way
“Where do they lead”  ‘twas my thought
before I knew it I was caught
trailing them here ‘n there,
through the trees without care,
needing to see where they led
oh dear reader,
I should have fled.
On I went totally blind
to any thought but what I’d find.
’Til finally there they stood, huge carvings
in living wood. Tree trunk bare, branches locked,
I wandered round, totally shocked. Such effigies never
seen before, they thrilled my mind ‘n much more.
Unknowing a figure lurking near,
all clad in black, cloaked by fear,
ensorcelled me where I stood…
A frozen figure, ‘twould do no good
to warn you, for naught could be done,
as we who stand here are gone.
‘Tis so lonely inside this place,
staring out of my carved
wooden face…