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Monday, 27 May 2019

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On the Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane has been 'vacationing' for a couple of months now so Jenny O and myself have been taking it in turns to provide the weekly theme.  Last week Jenny gave us 'our favourite foods' and this week I am tossing out 'the tool shed' as the weekly theme.  If you don't have a tool shed you can use the basement work room or the apartment locker room as your base of operations.  Let's see what we all come up with.

"I need a shed"
my husband said
"in which to store my 'stuff'."
"What 'stuff' is that?"
My voice was flat.
He had so very much.
"A place to put
my carpentry tools.
You know I think of them
as jewels.
A place to put my
gardening tools.
To not protect them
is to be a fool."
"Well, what about...."
I interjected,
(even though I half expected
to be ignored)
"my potting soil and plant food
over which I toil
to keep my little houseplants well?
Don't they deserve
a place as well?"
So, we designed a little house
snug and cute
as a little mouse
with shining windows
and flower boxes
and a sliding door
with little lockses (sorry about that).
In it we did store
our 'stuff'
but my husband is still
a little gruff.
It appears my stuff
takes up more room
and so he's in
a dismal gloom.
Looks like we need
an addition.

Next week Jenny will provide us with a theme, unless of course Diane is back. 


Monday, 20 May 2019

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  Diane has been 'on vacation' for a while now (quite a while Diane ... ahem) and while she has been absent Jenny O and myself have been taking turns providing a weekly poetry prompt.  Last week we took a hopeful swing at 'Hope' and this week...Jenny O has provided us with 'our favourite foods' as a topic.  Food is a favourite topic of mine at any time and so, this little rhyme just wrote itself.


So many foods
I've learned to love
but one stands
far and high above
all others.
One food, I crave 
beyond all others.
Shall I tell you
what I know
about the food
that makes me glow?
It's simple really.
Anything someone else
cooks and cleans up after
is the wondrous food
 I'm after.


Now it's my turn to provide the weekly prompt
and, here it is.......THE TOOL SHED.....
good luck.

Thursday, 16 May 2019

Really?????

I was listening to CBC Radio #1 yesterday.  They were chatting about how Drake is a curse on any sports team he blesses with his presence.  A radio station in Milwaukee (my apologies if I spelled it wrong folks) has decided to stop playing his music for a while on the basis of this 'curse' business.  The CBC announcer played a Drake piece of music for those who were suffering withdrawal symptoms.  Since it was only going to be one song I didn't get up to turn off the radio.  There was a male voice mumbling about something somewhat incoherently and it went on and on and finally, mercifully, came to its inevitable conclusion.  And, it occurred to me......people actually listen to that ..... on purpose.  Guys we could make millions on the music scene.  Apparently people will listen to ANYTHING.

Monday, 13 May 2019

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Diane is 'on vacation' so Jenny O and myself have been taking turns providing the weekly theme.  Last week we rhapsodised over shoes...this week....the theme is HOPE.
Having come up with this theme I then had to write something and who knew how hard THAT was going to be.  Anyway....this is what I came up with.


 The sky is dark,
the path strewn with rocks.
There is no sign
to guide us.
We are everywhere
beset with fear and hunger,
want and failure.
We have nothing,
nothing at all,
except,
we have HOPE.....
that tiny delicate creature
with fairy wings that beat
incessantly
against despair
and who whispers to us,
"It will get better,
it HAS  to."
Hope thrives in barren  ground,
on the sun scorched desert,
on rocky mountain tops
and bomb blasted cities.
It survives
through drought and pestilence
and in places
Where peace has died.
So on we trudge,
eyes on the horizon....
and, yes,
far away
we can see the light
and we,
hope.
Hope lives.
Never
give up hope.

Wednesday, 8 May 2019

a moment in time

it's strange
but
in this moment of aloneness,
seated at my desk
looking out the window
at budding trees,
the back end of the hospital,,
sun puddling on my desktop,
the radio droning in the back ground,
(CBC Radio 1, Oh! Canada)
I feel I could just
stay
within this moment
for eternity
watching the shadow
of hand and pen
move across the page
silently
endlessly


Monday, 6 May 2019

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find Diane in my sidebar.  A while back (a long time back) Diane took a vacation from blogging so Jenny O and myself took it upon ourselves to provide the weekly poetry theme in her absence.  This week Jenny O provided us all with the topic of 'shoes', a subject near and dear to most women's hearts.


I always did like to peruse
a store of pretty leather shoes,
heels and straps and colours and bows
lovely shoes that pinch our toes,
I'm sure that every woman knows
the magic that is shoes.
But now, sigh, my shoes are big and plain.
There is no beauty to be gained
in orthopaedic shoes.
My shoes are giving me the blues.

And now, assuming Diane is not yet back in operation, the theme for Poetry Monday next week is ............. HOPE ............

Thursday, 2 May 2019

Using Wednesday's Words

"I am NOT tipping the waitress one cent for her service.  This restaurants unsubstantiated claims to fame are clearly fraudulent.  Their pizza is terrible and the service is abysmal.  If anything, I should get all my cash back."
The 'Dapper Rapper', (he preferred that to the more flowery name of Desmond his parents gifted him with), scuttled to the elevator and pressed the down button. ' The Destiny' restaurant was located on the top floor of a 32 floor building in Manhattan.
"Thank God for elevators." the corpulent rapper groaned, patting his stomach.
The machinery gave a sudden lurch and the elevator dropped like a stone to the basement.
On the 32nd floor Madge the waitress smiled a grim smile.  "They don't call it 'The Destiny' for nothin'." she growled.