Day 18 Shadorma
ma memere
taught me how to sew
these french knots
not easy
my rosy cheek'd grandmother
was such a darling
Day 19 - Cinquain
“You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.”
Shakespeare
oh well
that is my lot
i'm surprised it's not worse
a carer treads a long hard road
uphill
Day 20
Weekly Scribblings # 66
april love
evokes memories
of rope petticoats
shirtmaker frocks
beehives
glory boxes and court shoes
yes
i am that old
Day 21
the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune
are firing in our general direction
again
the faceless bureaucrats are
alive
( in a manner of speaking )
and hopefully all
unwell
Day 22
in
the wee hours
the precious hours
the quiet hours
moments for myself
i write
my great luxury
fortified
by fur rugs
and a mountain of pillows
i sink into my cosy pink world
place my thoughts on the page
and nod off
Day 23
Shall I compare thee to a summers day
too late for that
the summer of my life has passed
i am but a mere dot disappearing
over the horizon in a winter coat
Day 24
sipping pineapple juice
cuddling up to my person in a red fleecy top
things could be worse
Day 25
the governor general
said this year all aussies
must celebrate anzac day
so i forced myself to buy
2 large packets of anzac biscuits
knowing i have done my duty
Ha ha ha, I am that old too. And I've evidently mellowed. I used to despise Pat Boone's hits but now this gave me sweet nostalgia. I enjoyed all of these, in their varied moods, and oh yes know what you mean about the carer's uphill road (though in my past now).
ReplyDeleteWow! Both the poem and the needlework are very impressive.
ReplyDeleteHow I long for time machine to go back to the good old days and of course the people we loved all those years ago.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, especially on the poems for days 18 and 20.
ReplyDeleteLove the needlework poem and the one of writing in the wee hours
ReplyDeleteWe had the ANZAC remembrance here in NZ today as well.
All were enjoyable, but my favorite was #23! And how well I remember trying to master the art of French knots!
ReplyDeleteSigh, Pat Boone and 'April Love' ... I remember it well. Your poetry stream is delightful.
ReplyDeleteThey're all a joy to read, but of the newest here I love best, in very different ways, #23 and #25.
ReplyDeletePS In #23 it's the wonderful imagery in the last two lines.
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