I picked up an empty seashell.
Thought I'd find it silent.
I held close up to my ear.
It really was a little queer.
For, from the shell came a lovely voice.
Deep but understanding.
It said I had a choice.

I stopped, then I thought.
My heart was trapped inside I was well and truly caught.
A shell that spoke!
Well I never.
I looked closely into the hollow and there I saw two eyes.
Must have been really tiny.

I placed the shell back on the sand.
Walked away with  head in hands.
Baffled if not a little bemused.
As I walked away I heard a crunch.

Felt a hand upon my shoulder.
I jumped somewhat startled.
Jumped near out of my skin.
Turned on my heels.
To see who was there.
Tall dark and handsome.
Before me he stood.
A broken shell revealed something so good.
How he got in there,
I'll never know.
I'll never know or if indeed that's where he's from.
Perhaps he was just the soul of the sea.
He was stood there, next to me.
(C) LIVVI

I saw her standing there.
Striking.
Wore the look of a porcelain doll.
Victoriana some would say.
Ivory face,
with cheeks of perfect pink.
Legs like a flaming Flamingo.
Headset in situ, discreet ears.
Hair long and thick, ebony.
Strangest footwear.
Odd adornment.
Ribbons entwined throughout her mind.
Oriental student.
Wonder what she's studying?
(C) LIVVI

The rain is pouring down
The wind is blowing, oh so wet.
Rain it tumbles heavily, I trust I shall not drown.
The sun shone bright on sunday, lest we shall not forget.
Wednesday morning's dripping.
As rain doth wholly fall.
Wish I were still kipping.
As snails and slugs both have a ball.
Sat on the bus looking through misted windows.
So pleased that I'm aboard.
No raindrops on my pretty nose.
Thank the lord.
Onwards and upwards off we go.
It's summer they say, glad it's not snow.
(c)LIVVI

I have monophobia.
Monophobic.
Sadly that I am.
I smile to myself knowingly, for that indeed I can.
I'm able to live with a family.
They matter to me, but I don't to them.
Living alone in a room with a view.
These words,they just introduce me.
(c) Livvi

In the stream stood a heron.
A white one, delicate and dainty.
Wading amidst the flowing stream.
Above it's pretty head hung the bough of a bright green tree,ornate leaves.
It was illuminated by dancing sunlight in the early morn.
About nine I believe.
The bus trundled on, on my right hand side stood pink candlestick flowers, appearing waxen.
The light, it hurt my eyes.
The morning after the night before,everything strikes mine eyes vividly.
Noticed nature at it's best.
Then I slept.
(c)LIVVI

Worked all night for two whole nights to try to earn a crust.
Just faced the sunlit sky and my head is fit to bust.
There's a fella with a hammer standing right outside my door.
My beating brain is influenced by a Nordic god,named Thor.
My very willing suitor.

My eyes are feeling black as coal.
Cavernous depths of nightmare holes.

The coffee's kicking in at last.
Fed by caffeine overdrive.
Coffee, she's my saviour and she's keeping me alive.
Thank God, for an ever filling cup.
(C) LIVVI