Beautiful Whispers

Health, Mental Health, Random poetry, Religion No Comments »

Hello ūüôā

 

 

Fabulous  Creature  Whispering  Beautiful  Sky  Disagree  Motion  Stranger  Tie

 

She says:

There is a fabulous creature

Whispering beautiful poetry

Into an autumn sky.

 

It makes her look so happy

I haven’t the heart to disagree.

 

Her hands are in perpetual motion

As she describes the stranger

Sat on the animal’s left:

 

Iridescent, she says.

 

Her words become slower

As she loosens her final tie

To this mortal plane.

 

 

 

 

[I found the Unicorn pic here]

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Daredevil

Childhood, Random poetry No Comments »

Hi ūüôā

I like what Textfixer gave me, and the character I then ‚Äėgenerated‚Äô ūüôā

 

 

Thick  Crisp  Daredevil  Bit  Alphabetical  Daughter  Rich  Fool  Blur

 

It was a thick lip

(And some crisp snow

Wrapped in an errant freezer bag)

For her daredevil act.

 

She didn’t mind a bit,

Regaling anyone who’d listen

With her adventurous tale.

 

Later, her spaghetti laid out

In order (as alphabetical

As could be managed)

My daughter said again

How she would make me rich

With her ‚Äúfool‚Äôs exploits‚ÄĚ.

 

She would get so good

At stunt-skating

She’d be a professional blur

Across any ice she chose;

Sponsors clamouring in her wake,

Book deals falling in her lap.

 

I loved the way her eyes shone

At the thought.

 

I got the idea for the skating boot drawing from this video, and I just made up the little skater (can you tell?!)

 

 

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Tailed

Random poetry No Comments »

Hey ūüôā

There appeared a relatively tame Jimpix offering for me today:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tailed  Anthropic  Multiple  Wazzock  Thyme  Omniscient  Cookie  Manuka  Onion

 

She adjusted her mirror again

And saw that, sure enough,

He had had her tailed.

 

All that anthropic progress,

Multiple adaptations

Of genes and ability;

And he was still

A giant wazzock

(With incompetent lackeys)

 

As she wove through the traffic,

Easily losing the BMW

With its conspicuous intent,

Her mind inexplicably rolled back

To days spent eating yogurt with Thyme honey

At her omniscient Gran’s table:

 

Hot tea steaming her spectacles

With each bend to sip.

 

That was gossip worth hearing!

 

Her sister had posted (from Oz)

A picture of an oaty cookie

With the caption: how I take my Manuka.

So maybe that was the reason

For that trip down memory lane?

 

It was her last voluntary musing.

 

As soon her eyes, transfixed,

Saw the imminent collision,

And her onion-layers unfold…

 

What?¬†I didn‚Äôt promise it‚Äôd be cheerful ūüėČ

 

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River Therapist

Mental Health, Random poetry No Comments »

Dobr√Ĺ den ūüôā

I’ve noticed from my blog stats that I have had a repeat visitor from the Czech Republic over the last wee while, so I am giving them a *wave* with my opener today!

As is the case with all my lovely readers, I am glad you are enjoying the fruits of my labours! Feel free to get in touch through the comments here on the blog, my Twitter¬†or Facebook page if you have suggestions for new creative stuff you‚Äôd like to see me tackle; or tell me what works (or doesn‚Äôt) for you ūüėČ

Today I was more ‚Äėrestless‚Äô than usual and played with the generated words twice.

I wrote the first poem at around 10.30am, and the second around 6pm.¬† I am not really ‚Äėfeeling‚Äô either of them, but think the second one has maybe got a backstory I could develop?!

 

River  Therapist  Annual  Ignorance  Reserve  Fine  Movement  Past  Update

 

I

 

She called herself a River Therapist,

Helping people move on from their annual display of ignorance:

Those lists of what they were going to do,

How they planned to push forward

(That were never ‘smart

No matter how hard they tried)

 

She took her clients to her own nature reserve

Where, even when it rained,

There was fine art to enjoy;

Beauty to savour,

And deliberate movement

Through mindfulness and Yoga.

 

She broke unhelpful ties to the past,

Taught meditation by the water;

Followers sending all negative thoughts downstream

And becoming one with the promise

Of Swan wings and freedom:

An update and overhaul of purpose.

 

 

 

II

 

We looked out upon the river

In my first year as his therapist.

He had an annual renewal set up

That he could rethink, whenever.

 

His continued sojourns to my office

Were not born of self-ignorance,

Or any kind of reserve

In his zest for life.

 

It was a very fine movement:

The relaxing of his shoulders,

The twitch as his brow settled –

But I became his…meditation.

 

A safe space where is past and future

Could be talked about;

Where each update to his life

Could be poked at in great detail.

 

I felt like his business partner

(And was sometimes paid as such:

Each Christmas bonus

Appearing, bigger than the last)

 

But my musings seemed to calm him

And he valued my insight.

Many schemes were tested

While I nodded, or gave pause.

 

See what I mean?! I think there¬†are definitely a few questions to answer about this guy…

 

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Voiceless

Politics, Random poetry No Comments »

Hello

 

Horrific news coming out of Las Vegas in the last 24 hours.  My heart hurts for all those affected, it just seems so senseless; so hard to explain.

I hope minds are changed once and for all about the availability of devices to make guns into automatic weapons, or guns in general, no matter how controversial that may be to say.

It is just not worth the human cost, in my opinion. 

 

Doll  Shocking  Crowd  Near  Voiceless  Succeed  Probable  Defiant  Collect

 

Past the bodies

Doll-limbed

Scattered; more than shocking ‚Äď

A dispersed crowd,

Ambulances near,

Darkness on a voiceless stage.

 

And they succeed:

Again the probable

Becomes more so.

 

And,

No longer defiant,

We try to collect our shattered thoughts

Around splintered lives

And walk on glass

While crunching numbers:

 

Injured

 

And the dead.

 

 

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The Daily Grind

Parenting, Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

Hello!

It was Textfixer in control today:

 

 

Teeth  Powder  Massive  Ruby  Noble  Application  Bent  Grind  Minipill

 

She could swear there were little teeth

Poking through those cute gums already,

As the powder cloud cleared

And he smiled –

That massive gape

He always did.

Those impossibly ruby lips

And noble brow ‚Äď

Oh!  He was just

So endearingly beautiful!

 

(Some people said she should

Reign in her application of that word

For a boy;

But beauty was what she saw

So what she would express)

 

As she bent to cuddle bubs again,

She heard the grind

Of her husband’s well-established enamel

Behind her.

 

Whereas he could not forgive

Their ‚Äėpenance‚Äô for a failed minipill ‚Äď

She was just delighted

With this boy she could watch grow.

 

 

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My Preschooler Peer

Childhood, Parenting, Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hiya ūüôā

Youngest turned a whole four and a half years old today! 

He has now become a ‚Äėbig four‚Äô and we are upping the ante on talk about things like¬†finally ditching the pull-up nappy pants‚Ķ

He has been doing exceptionally well with walking to and from nursery this last month or so; and sometimes he can manage the collection of his big brother without the use of the pushchair, too (which can mean walking over 5 miles in a day, excluding all his running about at nursery…)

He loves walking home with me for lunch down a certain path that has no fewer than 42 steps to count and navigate, and where he is quite sure we will encounter a lion one day.

We‚Äôve already found a giant ‚Äėporcupine‚Äô so it is only a matter of time‚Ķ

“How did that spikey cweacha get there?!”

Remember I showed you in¬†this post that he went through an extended phase of drawing himself (and occasionally Eldest) inside my tum?¬† Well, the last few days have seen¬†Youngest drawing me a picture every night that is a bit more diverse, and always with his signature kind reason for drawing it.¬† [He has been swapping his nursery drawings with his friend, you see, but he didn‚Äôt want me missing out on original works from my¬†boy as a result ūüėČ ]

“This is you, mummy, watching someone’s garden. I dwawed it because you work hard for us all the time” I like that he’s given me cool hair ūüėČ

I love spending time with Youngest, listening to his thoughts on a range of subjects, and how he processes any information he gains throughout the day.  He makes me think a lot!

I am convinced my boys were sent for a reason: they can slice through all the bull in my brain and make the¬†important stuff¬†overwhelmingly obvious at times.¬† I love that ūüôā

 

Buzzard  Some  Teammate  Needy  Omniscient  Peer  Savour  Amazing  Stow

 

He watched the Buzzard soar

And, like some wise philosopher,

He shed momentarily

The mantle of my little teammate.

I can place him, through his needy phases:

A pretty normal pre-schooler

Struggling with the usual stuff

(Like tricky buttons)

 

But once that look comes down

He becomes omniscient ‚Äď

Seems to peer into the universe

Plucking life lessons to savour.

 

I always find it amazing

That such a little frame

Can stow away more knowledge

Than this one (aged forty years)

 

For those who like reading such things, the RSPB site gives a quick overview of the Buzzard; and I read about legends relating to Buzzards (and other birds) here and here.

Youngest can still sleep in the craziest places, for all his wordly wisdom.  Here he is, sound-o in our porch yesterday:

 

I love the way he propped himself up ūüėČ

 

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Genuine

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Hi ūüôā

 

 

Sleeve  Genuine  Qualified  Distant  Moment  Temperature  Dollar  Stroll  Parking

 

He replaced the protective sleeve

On the genuine first edition ‚Äď

Now qualified eyes had confirmed its worth,

He’d hate to mar it.

 

All those distant dreams

Could become a reality…

He indulged for just a moment

But knew he would never sell.

 

To have this book to protect

From time and temperature

Was a steep ask

For a dollar stall find;

 

But he felt honoured

To be handed the job.

He was glad he’d gone for the stroll:

It was nice out, and who relished parking?

 

I rushed my drawing, but it is a rough approximation of this example ūüėČ

 

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Pies For Lil Guys

Childhood, Random poetry No Comments »

Hello!

Please excuse the grainy screenshot and notebook page today! Creativity on the hoof is sometimes like that ūüėČ

I was in a doctor’s waiting room earlier, with too much time on my hands, so I thought I would generate a RandomLists set of 9 words and get creative!¬†

When I saw the selection, my mind immediately went back to illustrations in Enid Blyton books, and I also thought about the many occasions Hubby and I ate apple pie together in our child-free days, snuggled up on our (sadly demised now) Futon in front of the TV. 

Good times ūüôā

 

 

 

Pies  Gleaming  Children  Addicted  Rich  Gate  Stone  Stream  Romantic

 

We could see the pies:

Like treasure, gleaming.

 

Us children, addicted to sweetness,

Would feel so rich

If we could just reach in

And grab them through the gate…

 

Cooling, cooling ‚Äď

We knew they were best warm,

Best fresh off the stone windowsill;

A stream of steam

Misting as we ate ‚Äď

Us blowing on it frantically

Eager for that first bite!

 

Pies would always surpass

Our most romantic expectations

When Granny made them!

 

 

I drew the pie for my page today with the help of this video ūüôā

 

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Prank

Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hey ūüôā

 

This wee scenario intrigued me…

 

 

Prank  Horizontal  Identity  Boar  Dome  Helpless  Appearance  Flux  Blabbermouth

 

It was a dangerous prank

And now this (out cold) horizontal man

Seemed to lack proof of identity.

Raymond had shooed

The wild boar back towards the dome

And down a side street

 

Now he stood, looking helpless.

 

Kelly’s appearance was in a state of flux:

One minute calm

The next a nervous wreck;

Then a whirlwind of blame and remorse.

 

(Her blabbermouth tendencies

Will shop us ‚Äď

You mark my words)

 

My drawing is purposefully silly, but I used this video to get the rough shape of the boar.  This video gives a much more detailed result, however!

 

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