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
Posted in About Life..., Life Changes, Painting, Paula Nightingale, Sea, Waiting, Watching, Whimsy
Tagged About Life, Painting, Paula Nightingale, Sea, Waiting, Watching, Whimsy
Hold fast to my hand, don’t let go,
I have need of your strength
I’m not too proud to show
a weakness inside,
which calls for aid.
Please hold fast
as my senses
Hold fast to my hand, I won’t let go,
to give you strength, to let you know,
I’m always here, a rock to cling
hold fast, senses flying.
Holding fast, sharing true,
Open your eyes,
I am one
Posted in About Life..., Awareness, Hand, Identity, Poem, Sense, Waiting
Tagged About Life, Awareness, Poem, Sense, Waiting
Waiting seems an art form.
Do you just sit and stare?
or perhaps you keep busy,
‘til whoever’s suddenly there.
Do you drum your
do you settle
or maybe pace, turn and turn about
never giving the clock a second look.
All at once the waiting’s over,
they arrive and all is well,
forgotten is the time wasted
at the sound of the bell.
14.40pm/ Not too bad this time, the Gas Man has just rung to say he’s ten minutes away… so all I’m doing is coughing my time away… I wonder?. should I warn him I’m probably contagious?… Nah!!! 😉 xx
as the man pushed in
the air was fraught
with muttered words
and daggered glances
but he had no care
he was home and dry
and they were absurd.
a hand waved a wand,
when his senses returned
he was knee deep in a pond.
Lesson learned? I hear you ask,
Oh no, he keeps trying
but I’m up to the task…
Posted in About Life..., Justice, Magic, Manners, Patience, Poem, Queueing, Solutions, Waiting
Tagged Justice, Life, Magic, Patience, Queueing, Solutions, Waiting
to hold, a page
to write, a mind to think,
an idea shines bright, words quickly flow
to begin the tale,
with it’s hanging pail. Imagination
is unbound, with the sky the limit,
or deep underground, as a coin
is dropped, a wish is made,
too late to worry
or be dismayed,
the time has passed,
your fears abound, as now you hear
the splashing sound, what happens next
is up to you, what did you wish for?…
and will it come true?
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Tagged Ideas, Poem, Waiting, Whimsical, Wishes, Words