Ere we err in moving ahead faster rather than slower just thought I would let you know I may look laidback, lazy and a pushover but don’t push your luck too hard I can give back as good as I get; when I am mad, just stay afar!
I am mostly pleasant and happy-go-lucky but when I am down in the dumps dealing with me can be somewhat tricky just leave me alone and I wil be fine I need no cosseting and coddling I can jolly well take care of what is mine.
There is just one thing that I cannot tolerate and that is falsehood of any kind for lies have the power to lacerate even the strongest of any relation don’t say I never warned you with me, you better tread with caution.
My summer dreams in mid-winter melt the snow leaving shimmer on twigs and sprigs diamond droplets sparkling each thought that begins and ends with you – the frost-bitten heart that aches for your presence thaws bit by bit at the promise of spring
Last night, like most previous nights, elusive peace sat at the bottom of the bottle looking at me with the same pensive eyes an enticing smile on her amber lips the ebb and flow of discontent that was capped within begged to be emptied such prayers are not meant to be denied I relieve her from tumult every night.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today I am the host and we are writing a poem which is connected to drinking. Read about it here.
No Two letters One word A complete sentence Period A “NO” needs no suffix No prefix No explanation. A no is a no is a no Get it !!!
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, says:
As we’re here, in mid- November, I thought it might be fun to pay tribute to Thomas Hood’s poem. Just in case I get a resounding “no” from you, here are some options:
1. You could take a line from this poem and use it as springboard for a new poem. Golden shovel it, or use it as the first line – or even the title.
2. Just say no. There’s something you want to take a stand against, something you want to stand up and say “NO!” to. Maybe it’s pollution or global warming, or something political, or the way your next door neighbour plays prog rock at full blast at 3am. Whatever it is, get it out of your system and into a poem!
(I’ve gone with the 2nd option.)
My husband is home after sailing for six months. As a result my writing and reading will be a bit more erratic and sporadic than before. Please bear with me.