Refusing to hide
Light switch turned on overhead –
Focal point of life
Feeling so gorgeous
Waking up to a crisp, bright morning
The phone call happens
Yes, sir!
Collect me in your speeding car
We can fly through the day
Have ourselves a blast
Until the night arrives
And if you’re good to me
I might be good to you too
Scars etched across the
Trunk of a tree, leaving their
Mark for all to see
At times when I am in a rush
I find myself in a bakery
Just around the corner
From where my home would be
I grab a coffee to help me out
And if luck be on my side
Behind glass counter gloriously
There’s a pie to feed the family
Well, I am ashamed I must admit
For any pie – when I was but a child –
Would have been prepared so lovingly
By grandma who rolled the dough with care
The scent of pie
Would fill the air
We would wait quite anxiously
For mere taste of pie smelling savory
Times have changed
And time’s decreased
So to take me back
To my inner youth
There is nothing like
A pie from the bakery
With mashed potato on the top
Baked in oven until golden brown
So nowadays
When I am short of time
The scent of pie from the bakery
Fills my kitchen, and comforts me!
*image to follow
when next I am in
the bakery*
Shepherds Pie
Two souls connect
On this journey of life
Different energies
Complimenting each other
At times one will listen
Other times another will speak
Being together
Being alone
Sharing
Loving
Talking
Listening
Laughing
Friends and family too, both precious gifts
That can neither be bought
Nor forced
I love each soul that would count
As being a friend of mine
Cherish the uniqueness of being
Most are unlike me
Which is not hard to be
I would give thanks
More than analyse
Every blessed friend to me
Across the water –
Opera House tells the tale
Of where I might be!
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”
Hmm. What should you have told me months ago?
What haven’t you been telling me?
All this time we have been together
For some reason
I am not getting a good feeling
I knew there must have been cause
For all your weekend work
The unscheduled callouts
Work-related schedules
That would happen
On my time
Go
I’m over you
There is no need
For any more messages
Left for me on my voice mail
That I can hardly make out
Do not want to make out
Do not want to hear it
And BTW, there is no message
That I do not know anyway
I was not born yesterday
I do not mind sharing
It is secrets I do not like
And information being withheld
As if I would even care
I’m tired, I’m off to bed
But before I go –
No joy from me
Help yourself
Good night
Poems and Petals 