A Letter To Me

A Letter To Me 

Innocent in it's creaminess lying there 

Packaged tightly in it's little square 

Neatly scribed in the darkest ink 

What could it say? it made me think!

All those I knew used electronic means, 

To get in touch, or so it seemed, 

Everything they used made some noise 

Phones buzzing or shrilling, impossible to avoid! 

But this novel missive sent to me, 

Posed something of a mystery  

Gingerly I fingered the little square, 

Still wondering stupidly, what's in there?

I tore the triangular seal apart 

Felt the quickening of my heart,

Words blurry on a creamy, milky sheet, 

Slowly formed till they were clear and neat, 

I slowly read what was on that page 

Words that will stay with me for an age, 

Words that are meant just for me 

So my letter will remain my mystery, 

 Submitted to ; Poetry Jam where the prompt was Letters

Seedling

Seedling 

There was a germ in my head, 

As I drifted to sleep, snuggled in my bed, 

A seed of an idea! 

Just a morsel, a thought, a nibble to inspire, 

Rhymes of times gone past 

A masterpiece that would last, 

In the minds of some, 

Something remembered for years to come, 

Contented sleep replaced my aspirations, 

A worm had infested and zapped my imagination, 

The seed consumed, macerated, banished 

Ideas empty, mental thoughts lacking, vanished !

So 

The paper stays dead !

All thoughts locked somewhere in my head, 

Deep, Deep down that seed is somewhere,

 It's survived !

Till then I stare at this blank space until I can rediscover it, 

Bring this blank dead paper some substance 

Bring it alive ! 

Moss Steet Art by Anna Garforth

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Happiness is ....

Happiness is .........

Seeing your Beautiful Daughter so happy and so in love !!!!!

Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 

Way way back before my prime 

When the world was all mine 

Tiny, insular and undefined, 

My wild, unbridled imagination 

Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 

Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 

Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,

Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 

Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 

Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 

Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 

Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 

Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 

Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky

Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 

Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 

Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 

And those churches that loomed into the sky 

Were their dens where they practise to fly, 

My imagination is now in decline

I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 

My world is here, now! and totally defined, 

Oh if we could just turn back time !

Submitted to : dVerse Poets Poetics  where fab poets create and share check it out !!!!

Ice Cream Days

Ice Cream Days 

It's an ice cream day 

Yummy, Yummy 

Hip! hip! hooray!

Blue skies and sun rays ,

Yummy, Yummy

It's an ice cream day !

The sun is shining and the sky is blue, 

Not a lot one can do, 

But lick and indulge in creamy coldness,

Pistachio, Chocolate or flavours with boldness. 

Eat it quick before it drips, 

Feel it oozing between your lips, 

Feel the iciness slide all the way down, 

It will keep you smiling and banish all frowns !

Enjoy an ice cream day 

Yummy, Yummy,

Hip! Hip! Hooray !

Be a kid for your ice cream day, 

Soak up the sun and skies of blue 

You know it's what you want to do !

Yummy, Yummy,

Hip! Hip! Hooray !

We've waited so long for our 

Ice Cream day !

Street art by Banksy, Image credits: matski_98 via boredpanda

Raining Cats and Dogs

Raining Cats And Dogs 

The limitless, rhythmic, rain 

Constant,

Upon the window 

Splish, splashing, mesmerizing 

Me into daydreams

In it's hypnotic incessant, 

 Obese clouds idly wandering around 

Holding July hostage, 

Calling a halt to the glitter of sun 

Upon my dreams. 

Please write a poem, a prose, or

 a short story using a minimum 5 or more words 

from the wordle shown above!

Submitted to Bluebell Books Short Story Slam where the Wordle above was the prompt 

The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game 

She waited for you 

She watched the clock 

Slowly ticking, tick, tock 

She held hope in her heart 

This was her new start, 

The man of her dreams 

Or so you seemed 

She waited for you 

She thought one 

might become two 

Gin was her solace 

Alone in the darkness 

She waited for you 

Tear stained face 

At the thought of your embrace 

She had her dreams 

Of her ideal scene 

Her and you 

Just you two 

She waited !

Submitted to Magpie Tales  where the picture was used for a prompt