"sidways" poems
in the house of bumbling,
frogs jump sidways
to avoid the talk
tense
with the things
unspoken....
in the house of bumbling
birds mime joy in silent cages
waiting for life to smile...
in the house of bumbling
ants march in straight lines
hugging the walls
leaving poisoned crumbs
behind...
in the house of bumbling
the lizards no longer lounge
but busily repetitively clean
the cowebbed dark corners
in the house of bumbling
spiders have no parlours
****** no flies
they now knit cardigans
and read the words
of the wise
oh the house of bumbling
is a place of curious wondering
and sometimes is found
stumbling
in the reccesses of my mind
where and whence
it goes
when not residing with me
i do not know...
perhaps you may have
the delight
of the house of bumbling
staying the night
and removing the seriousness
of the plight
the one in which
you fight boredom
in the dark reaches
of the lonely night....
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
the morning after
the night before
rises with a cold crisp sun
and sea mist rising
i shuffle out...glad i do not
need to be at work til 2.00pm
i am already wrung out
my leg still achew
and growls
and my eyes are
bleary from
crying.
hair,
a sidways birds nest
smelling of a night's sweaty tossing and turning
and the smoke from the fire dressed fashionably not,
in flannel pj's and hippo studded robe.
i can barely raise a smile.
and still,
he says he loves me
and kisses me soundly ...before telling me he will
take Tod for Maccas
and then to kindy...
it is a male bonding day....
and i should just go back to bed.....
cause i had a rough night....
oh' and he will bring lunch home at middayish
and that is one
and one again,of a million reasons,
why i love my man
to the stars and beyond.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC