My brief excursion into springtime sun
The pleasure of the leaf buds palest green
This made my cold return and my eyes run.

I thought, while eating cheese, delight had come
But now my nose is leaking  like a drain
My great excursion into springtime sun!

The robin came inside and looked for him!
My spouse who died and caused my heart such pain
This made my cold return; my eyes still run.

I like to sit in silence when I’ m done.
The Rose of Sharon, will she bleed again?
My sad excursion into springtime sun!

The peace perceptible may one day come
But Europe with her conquests rides the slain.
This made my grief return; my wet eyes run.

The  Aryan Norsemen with their fierce disdain
Have conquered half the world and left it stained
And I, their daughter, from  those loins, have come
This makes my pain return  and I’m undone

 

 

“I think most artists are fundamentally inconsolable. That’s why they keep doing it.”

Today the sky is misty with grey cloud.
Forsythia’s golden haze brightens my view.
All buds will open while the birds sing loud.

Lately, the small trees to winds did bow.
An attitude religious, as they knew.
Today the sky is misty with grey cloud.

The male beasts fight, with hormones well endowed.
The strongest stag will mate, he beats the queue.
Buds still open gently; birds sing loud.

The seeds will germinate in land well ploughed.
The farmhands’  faces sweat like flowers in dew.
The sky looks dull and dusty with grey cloud.

I wish that men and women were allowed
To leave their work and see the world renewed
See buds open , hear birds sing aloud.

What might be seen by all is seen by few.
The world created every day anew.
Today the sky is misty with full clouds.
Soft buds  open while the birds sing loud

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I tried to chat up a   lady
As men are now too young to see me
At first, she was kind
So I showed her my mind
It was relatively green and quite shady

I took her back home  where it’s safer
As long as my cat wouldn’t bite her
When she saw my mascara
It seems that it scared her
It is red but it failed to excite her.

We agreed that we hated dark grey
And the shades of it caused us dismay
So we watched Leonard Cohen
My love is still growing
But he’s dead and so he cannot play.

Photo by Mike Flemming 2017 copyright

Wait a Minute while I Procrastinate

Extract

“Gone Are the Days …

We live in such a distracting world these days. Too much information running through our brains (so goes one of my favorite Police songs). Gone are those halcyon days of rocking on the front porch, sipping lemonade, the big event of the day being the mail delivery. The phone was in the house, so if it rang, you didn’t really have to get up and answer it. Not like today, with our cell phones like an appendage we can’t live without. How did we get here? Did you ever imagine one day you would go into apoplexy if you weren’t “connected” to your tribe for more than a few minutes?

We’ve allowed distraction to be part of our lives. Few people have the discipline or the desire to discipline themselves to focus and concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. Sure, some of us have jobs where we have to focus or we’ll get fired. But during our personal time, off the clock and away from watching eyes, we let go of the reins. We allow media and life to pull our attention in a myriad of directions. Sometimes we feel like a kid at a carnival, with all those bright, shiny, noisy, exciting things clamoring for our attention.”