Skip to main content

Easter Holiday

At least the weather has stayed fine in my area but not to say that we'll make the whole way through without a shower of rain, for sure it's possible there might be some tomorrow due to it being Anzac day. I am taking my 90 year old friend up to walk in the march.
I have been working on different poetry. My next section is Haiku. 

The first poem is one written by another person and I found it on the net, but the two following are of my own making, the reason for this is the exercise we had to do was "Cut and Replace". We had to cut the original into sections and rearrange it to make our own words. Hope you like them.


I loved the child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
the blush upon his cheek
The tender way he spoke
that showed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
that gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
that filled my life with glee
For when I was with him
I found the child in me
           *******
The touch of the blush I loved
and sweet the child in me
The smiles in his eyes
that we shared so innocent
I was with him that filled my life
The tender way that gentle touch
my hair that he cared
The mischief upon his cheek
the child in him I found
For when he spoke with glee
his warm hand that showed me
                **********
His finger feathered my crimson cheek
I adored the charming infant
The impudence smile touched his blue eyes
so innocuous he pulled at my bleeding heart strings
He entered my life blessed with love
the affectionate way his fingers feathered my cheeks
The roguishness shone upon his cheeks
the infant brought back lost memories
I remembered another time a sad place
of cold fingers tugging at my lamentable heart.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Time to slow down

At the end of last year, I had to change doctor. Mine was leaving town. I had only been checking in every six months for repeat scripts. I didn't complain about what I was feeling because I felt he had lost interest. "You must remember you are getting older," was one of his comments.

I did find a new doctor at a different clinic. Boy. What an eye opener. I didn't have to tell him what pains I had. He watched me walk into the room and the questions began. I was examined. What I'd been told was wrong with my muscles was wrong. I nearly jumped from the bed when he moved my leg the wrong way. He listened to my chest. Took my blood pressure. Then began typing on the computer. Pages came spewing out of the printer. I had to go for blood tests. X-rays. Scans. With each result I had to go for more.

The only test I didn't like was the stress test. I didn't mind the tunnel scan. Except for being injected with the dye. The next day I had to return for the second pa…

Spring flowers

These are a couple of my flowers in bloom now. I have been trying to weed out the winter weeds to bring my gardens back to shape. My window of opportunity to do this is closing fast. The rain is impeding my progress. And pain. I have an appointment with the surgeon on Wednesday to see about having a hip replacement.


These are another two rugs I have been crocheting to go to charities. I am working on a round one and have been building different patterned squares to fit together when I have enough made. I have to go to replenish my stock of wool before I have to go to hospital. I will be unable to drive for a few weeks.

                  Nails. Not needles.
Craft work. Today. Has changed since I was a child.
More ways to do the same work. To work with a few stitches in another manner.
Many types of cotton. Or Wool.
Sizes in hooks. And needles.
Every item you need is available in the shops.
My mother used knitting needles. I was never allowed to touch them.
“You’ll break them,” I was told. “Ne…

Long hard road

Phew. I've just been doing some work I'm not suppose to be doing. I went out to mow half of the back lawn. I shut off the engine when the hip began to complain. And I had to stop to take a few breaths. I will be pleased when all the not working properly parts have been fixed. Well. The exercise took some of the chill from the body. I was shivering when I was sitting at the computer before hand.

This photo is of oranges falling on the ground at an orange orchard we visited last Thursday. I bought a box of lovely, sweet, juicy oranges.

I have been editing and formatting novels I have sitting on the computer. I tried to do self publishing but I'm not a friend of that type of publishing. I would prefer to have a real publisher. Or an agent to handle all the work to get out into the system. I have enough to keep a publisher busy for a long time.

One of the ones I worked on "The Long Hard Road" is a sort of life story. It is not written as a day to day, what happened.…