celebrating my new home.
To an evening adventure….a poetry society workshop. We listened to poems about objects and then had a crack at making poems about some of the fascinating objects tha ad been brought along… I chose the glove stretchers… Madness, really The lengths we go Skin held tight tight So blood won’t flow And tools invented That…
I’ve missed a couple of days….sorry xxx
This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…
The youngest feels he’s been left out The elder is impatient And I as parent wonder at Sibling dynamics ancient
Today my poem must be swift A rhyme instead of sonnet As I have got to do my chores So four lines are my Limit
We all are meant to have a tribe a family that we can live inside a group who understands our ways Accepting us And yet these days It seem to me that this coherence Is suffering mass interference We don’t sit down and talk direct We click and type on t’internet And it is easy…
Having Parkinsons means I have to learn patience….one day…. Wait with me While I tremble Wait with me While I falter Wait with me While I regroup While I reset While I restart Wait with me Or not I will be here Until I can walk Elsewhere.
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