A fly flying
Around my face
Around my eye
Fly away from me
And leave me be!
But before you go
I demand to know
Where there is life
Surely,
There must be beauty?
Category daily prompt
Cigar
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “But No Cigar.”
If things did not work out yesterday
They might work out today, right?
And if not, there’s tomorrow
Perhaps I need a cigar?
Story of my Life
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ghostwriter.”
My son wrote about his mother at school. I only saw this yesterday. I have blue eyes, medium length hair, and like to wear dresses (I usually wear dresses or skirts only, hardly ever pants). And as any readers of my blog will guess, you got it, my favorite color is orange. And I help him in some way every day. (According to him, bless!)
Apart from that, I have written my own autobiography. Well, it is based loosely on my life, and experiences I have gone through.
It can be found here:
My Goldilocks Moment!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Hello, Goldilocks!.”
After my mother passed away, and my first love (from university) and I were both working, he started looking at rings. We were both 23, and I was not ready to get married. I was not ready to live with him either, because culturally I had always been taught that it was expected of me to stay at home until I got married.
So I ended the relationship, and endured three years of dating. This was like embarking on a Goldilocks adventure. One soul whom I was very fond of, went out on his birthday (with me by his side) and got so drunk I had to help carry him home. I hardly drink, and have never been drunk. I have seen too much of drunk reactions for it to ever be fun for me. Next!
Another invited himself to my home, and on the first date (date meaning he invited himself over for coffee at my apartment), looked around to see if my home was good enough for him to spend the night (because by this time I lived alone). For some reason, I don’t think so! Next.
Another enjoyed trips to undesirable areas to buy crack cocaine. With me in his car. And then promptly used it with his friend he picked up along the side of the road somewhere. Next.
And so it continued!
Until finally, I had endured enough. If this is what my life is going to entail, then I’d rather be alone. I might go crazy in the process, but I am a bit crazy anyway, so no news there.
And then one day I met my husband. He had replaced me in a six-month break away from my existing job. He was 30, and a bachelor and doing his best to stay that way. Ha! Thirteen years, two minions, and a new country later!
And that is my Goldilocks moment 🙂
Sydney
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Built This City.”
Sydney is a safe country, I would say relatively to anywhere in the world, and especially compared to my home. That is the biggest aspect most South Africans would agree on when arriving in Australia. It feels so safe! No looking over your shoulder at all times, and fearing for your life, because today might be the day you might be carjacked and raped and murdered (no joke).
There are no hawkers on the street. It took a while to get used to not seeing hawkers selling their wares at every intersection.
There are many beautiful advantages living in Sydney. There are plenty of parks. We can walk to about four or five different parks from where we live. In Johannesburg there were NO parks nearby to where we lived. There were only restaurants that may have a kids play area. But then you would have to eat something.
And it was and still is a big novelty to park my car on the street to catch the city bus. My car was stolen on a suburban Johannesburg street in 2000. I had left it to visit someone for an hour. In that time my car was gone. Now I leave it for the whole day on a suburban street and it is still there when I return.
We are able to walk to our children’s school. It is about a seven minute walk. I love being able to walk to the school. Except this year my son has started to leave earlier and walk by himself. It saddens me when I think of my children slipping out my fingers. My son’s goal is to be taller than his mother. He measures himself against me every day, hoping that this might be the day he might be taller than me. He reaches to about my eyes now. No, my boy, you still have a while to grow!
If I had to change anything about Sydney I would change house prices. Property in Sydney is exorbitantly high.
And I would add more public transport. Standing on a bus to the city and back is never any fun. But great that there is a bus to catch.
Sydney is a great place to live. I feel safe, and very privileged that my family and I can live here.
Flavors
Alphabet Tanka
Twenty-six letters
In the alphabet but not
All of them are in
This poem I have written—
Titled Alphabet Tanka
Cape Town
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Study Abroad.”
I would live in Cape Town
That beautiful city by the sea—
The home of my mother’s birth
I would live near family
And all those dear to me
Too Big To Fail
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/too-big-to-fail/
If I was guaranteed not to fail
I would become a professional poet
And write poetry for all my photography
Comic Act
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’d Like to Thank My Cats.”
I’d like to thank my cats
But I don’t have any so instead
I will have to thank the rats
I can hear in the ceiling overhead
The award I do not know
I’ve never put on a show
My singing hurts the ears
Of those who can hear
So these words will have to
Sing a song for me
Poems and Petals 