music merges then and now orchestrating where and when - memory motifs recurring every now and then - no art but wants to play and sing the beat of life going on
image: DeviantArt
inspiration: moment from
time travel
Tag: poem
Rollercoaster Ride
First thing I tried on today was a smile.
Later, I wore a frown.
Up went my mood while I sang in the rain.
Coming home wet brought me down.
Towards set of sun I was cheerful once more.
Until, as it does, down it went!
At bedtime the prospect of sleep cheered me up.
The absence of same left me spent.
It wasn’t the doldrums that kept me awake.
Or even the fear that my laughter was fake.
No. I worried my tears were not meant.
image: Flo
inspiration: FLUCTUATION from
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All You Need
If ways to love her could be counted,
numberless they’d prove to be
for all the world lies mirrored there
in each reflective quality –
no favourites can claim her hand
if all alike receive her grace –
take those blessings for yourself,
evolved to share her wide embrace.
image: Otrazhenie – WordPress.com
inspiration: Infinite from
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“Are we nearly there yet?”
Q. Why are limericks like buses?
A. Sometimes they come in threes!
Replying to back-seat cries,
our driver shouts Yes, soon! and sighs –
until passing just then
that old signpost again,
everyone thought he was wise.
Righto! (said the leader one day)
out of lockdown let’s make our way –
unless cases rise
to scary new highs,
ending the urge to make hay!
Rambling wild was our style
on explorings mile on mile –
up to half-way,
thrills ruled the day –
everything homeward was mild.
inspiration: Route from
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nothing to see here
if
no
voice
insists
something
is
broken
limbo
endures
image: SheWalksSoftly
inspiration: invisible from
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Making Do
Sleep soundly, fellow citizen, for cake is coming.
Until then, just be grateful for your daily bread.
Building our brighter future begins next week.
Satisfy yourself, for now, with what you have.
Towards a better world we’re nearly ready to set sail.
If we think you’ll rock the boat, we’ll leave you on the shore.
Tomorrow there’ll be bluebirds up above, just wait and see.
Unicorns to follow. Pictures posted. Please enjoy.
There are the rainbows, their golden promise now fading in the sun.
Embroidered samplers still urge courage upon shadowy walls within.
image: Etsy
inspiration: SUBSTITUTE from
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Caustic Coda
Three acrostics for the price of one … or might they be read as one poem, perhaps?
Attitudes that sell the news
corrode the ties that bind –
if common cause is put on pause
divisions melt the mind.
Apart we fizzle out and soon
can only raise a grin
if reading stuff of folk worse off,
downgraded by their sin.
Anaesthetised by otherness,
can anybody feel
it could still be togetherness
dissolved and now unreal?
image: Vatican
inspiration: Acid from
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