As tears unbidden from my poor eyes fall I wipe them surreptitiously with your help sobs, suppressed smiles, snot; you have seen ’em all your wee bit does effortlessly emotions schlep from covering heads to wiping sweat from the Grecian times to the Victorian and the present an integral part of dressing you have been ne’er minding the grime or being wet luxuriating being doused in a heady scent often carrying billet-doux unseen!
O dear handkerchief, often your ends I have knotted to not forget a knotty affair and when I was foolishly besotted I did drop you with discreet flair sometimes it led to utterly dubious assumptions sometimes I received the response I craved sometimes you lay in oblivion in the dirt I rescued you then with chicanery and gumption my attempts at coquetry you valiantly braved keeping you close to bosom helped whenever I was hurt
This generation knows only how to use and throw upstart paper napkins and tissues scarce can take your place they may be fancy and pricey and convenient on the go your embroidered and laced appearance embodies class and grace from being neatly tucked in my school uniform pocket to your now delicately perfumed presence in my purse dear handkerchief, I cannot tell you what you mean to me whenever I leave home, you, I do not forget through thick and thin and better and worse you have been my companion, my best buddy.
Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and David’s W3 to Mich’s prompt to write an ode to our handkerchief.
Love and life not always synonymous yet why does one always think life is love
Life a gift not promised often unfair but one can’t tell her, “go just get lost life”!
Written for David’s W3 (where the POW D Avery has asked us to write tetractys) and for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt.
Wishing Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate and to the rest, a happy Sunday! My home is all topsy-turvy due to the renovation work going on. I will be unable to blog for a couple of week, so wishing you all the very best for 2023. Warm hugs to all braving storms and freakish cold weather. Stay warm, stay safe.
I tell a winter’s tale of a much awaited long December and a longer January I dream of the biting, moaning wind ice cold and stiff feet-hands, blush pink nose.
When lazy, silvery ponderous puffs pervade and heavy, grey, lumbering smoke collides with them a hazy shade of winter are days but I’ve got my love to keep me warm!
Since exquisite, feathery flakes do elude me I leave no soggy, muddy footprints in the snow I cannot sing of cold weather blues ‘my love is winter’ is my anthem!
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lillian, has shared a list of winter songs and asked us to use atleast two in our verse. The songs are listed below. I have used those in italics.
A Hazy Shade of Winter (Simon and Garfunkel) A Long December (Counting Crows) A Winter’s Tale (Queen — and also The Moody Blues) Cold Weather Blues (Muddy Waters) Footprints in the Snow (Bill Monroe) If We Make It Through December (Merle Haggard) I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Billie Holiday) Let It Go (Idina Menzel) Love Like Winter (AFI) My Love Is Winter (The Smashing Pumpkins Oceania) Roses from Snow (Emmylou Harris) The Hounds of Winter (Sting) Trapped Under Ice (Metallica) When It’s Cold, I’d Like to Die (Moby) Winter Things (Ariana Grande) White Winter Hymnal (Fleet Foxes)
Also written for Eugi’s moonwashed musings weekly prompt.
I have also used words from Jane’s random word generator.
Winter’s indulgence indulgence of life’s transience transient tastes triumph
triumphant nature nature’s gifts reaped together to gather to toast
toast, waffles and jam jampacked is family do doing mother’s will
Written for Sadje’s wdys, Eugi’s moonwashed musings weekly prompt and David’s W3 (a chain verse of at least 3 haiku including the word mother, by Aishwarya). Sharing at dVerse OLN.
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