No signs

Please ignore all road signs.
Danger, floods ahead
Danger,old folk bathing in puddle
Danger,lower the lifeboat
If you know sign language, please  indicate.
Do not  drive past or through this sign.
We told you.
Quicksands,please lie flat and do not wriggle.
Thank you for visiting Morecambe.Come again soon unless dead
Morecambe, the haunted Lancashire shore.

Bereft


Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Rain and shadowed clouds would suit our mood
When we are the warp without the weft

As if we are the pen and no ink’s left
As if we hunger yet there is no food
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft

Our mind slows down and all we do is drift
Evil thoughts into the soul intrude
Like we are the warp without the weft

Let the eye and all its muscles rest
With wider focus we may cease to brood
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft

Do not try with will power nor it test
Relaxing brings us  knowledge of the good
We take it in like babies at the breast

We must not test the will but let it go
Trust the ocean and eternal flow
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Sometimes sunshine brings us touching gifts

The hate that frees,the love that too close binds

Travelling down these sentences we find
Unknown,unsought, unthought, but always real
A home where we can rest our fragile minds

The people dropped,the habits left behind.
The good, the mediocre, what we steal
While travelling with the sentences we find

The hate that frees,the love that too close binds
The heart, the soul, the body, how we feel
For homes where we can rest our fragile minds

The touch that chills, the distances unkind
Unwished for yet demanding all the soul.
Unravelling are our sentences unblind

. The freezing looks,the glories undermined
Ill timed,ill gotten, ills both new and old,
Hedge homes where we could rest our fragile minds

I have never dwelt in realms of gold;
But there are many stories never told.
Suffering our own sentences we find
A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds

Haunted

The face that was familiar is no more
Yet he haunts me in my dreams and days
I miss him for his judgment and his heart
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my mind’s eye I can see him now
Humorous and kind , I am distraught
He haunts me in my dreams and in my days
The face that was familiar is no more

Copyright © Katherine

Caught by geese and God


I remember all the humorous things we did
Peering into windows lit by lamps
Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Walking down from Redcar,sea so still
After Saltburn Pier, the cliffs high jump 
I remember all the funny things we did
Wandering Whitby in a sea grey smog
Eating a pork pie cut into lumps
Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Old Hunstanton ,white sands where we’d sit
The wild spikes of the gorse spread out unclamped
I remember all the colours,scents and that
I feel the joy inside my heart is lit
Woe is leavened by old nature’s stamp
Climbing high then chased through mud by dogs
We see, in shadows, shades are not so stark
In Studland Bay astonished by skylarks
I remember all the humour and the love
Climbing cliffs then caught by geese and God

I don’t

Hello, this  is my fiancee ,Amy.
How dare you get married?
It’s simple.we just say, I do.
But I’m your mother
I don’t!

What is for dinner today?
It’s on page 674 ,Fanny Farmer

Can I have a  new bicycle?
It’s ” may I’
Funny name for a bike.

Where are the eggs?
We have enough children already

I am going out  tonight
You sound like a candle
That’s why I am going out

Were you always rude?
No, just since I got married
That’s awful
Well, it’s worth it
Why?
I am afraid of the dark
But what about the day time?
She works 12 hours a day
At what?
A hospital
I understand the stress.
She’s a psychiatrist
They are the worst
At what?
Keeping calm