it is said that chris whitty looks serious always

so on checking find

this:-

uk government chief scientific adviser

sounds pretty serious that
as does covid

not much cause for tap dancing and merriment

there

it is said there are worries over the children’s vaccine for the disease is a viral virus

yet they agreed  the mmr injection

for the measles virus
the mumps virus
rubella virus

while

poliomyelitis is viral and difficult to spell

then diphtheria is a bacteria and rhymes

well

serious

With all your expert mouth and
tongue of many tribes you
call me to the dance floor
of your poetry.

I ear your accent, I tongue the
vowels of your incredible name

which blossoms every morning.
I bed to your brown eyes when
touch begs rest from incessant
breathing.

You are wheat chaff and I am
the wind which blows over the dead dreams of aged memory.

I understand now the satiety
of your love.  The desert of
uncertainty where the bridge
of your wanderings
crossed my month
of ecstasy.

You are the list I take to
mind's far places when
thoughts of you are

exhausted.


Caroline Shank

have thought a lot about your pasty while out walking in the rain


wondered on the pastry whether it were puff or flaky


or even traditional short like me


whatever the casing  it sure sounds a tasty pasty….

~
"Satellite, oh, satellite
who sits upon our skies
how deep do you see
when you spy into our lives?"

This is for when
coyote called
into the ether
connecting heaven to earth
For when
glasnost sang
and velvet revolution
twinkled in the humming air

This is for when
the quiet hedges
of lilies and remains
came out of darkness
For when
the misty curtain man
shopping for codes and antiquities
poisoned the salt shakers

This is for when
a spy in an alcove
twisting the thermos tops
to his dark-eyed sister
shelled the transmitters
of Radio Free Europe
For when
his wife refused

This is for when
working in the glass structure
of a Cold War
made spider and I
a measured room
an arc of doves
For when
the last step from the surface
was the end of a thin cord
~

Time after time
beautiful pastel dream I have
Sitting together with the one I lost, sweet child of mine.
On Jordan River to paradise
to never let you go.
While I hear a soft melody
Wind of the deep Valley
Like waves close to me ,
it’s the pain  deep within
me.
Theme of life since losing you,
forever in my dreams.
Looking over Kings gardens
at eternal mountains high
where real beauty begins
where no one dies.
Where I know you are safe
and free.
Playing in the fields of heaven.
Sweet child of mine.



Shell✨🐚