I wrote a message in the sand,

I used sticks and shells,

To decorate,

Illuminate,

To make 3D.

L – O – V – E

And although we both know…

That the tide will come in,

And the waves will wash away

This gentle, personal communique,

We also know this,

Its sentiment will remain,

Impressed into the sand…

The water’s flat,

The bay is calm,

The boats are still.

It is early morning,

The world is asleep,

And yet it is mirrored in the water.

This is a seascape in waiting,

Just itching to burst into frenetic life,

The hustle and bustle of a busy estuary,

Ready to welcome a day of industry and leisure…

 

 

Ugh, it’s really hot today!,
Blue, blue skies, no welcoming grey!l
Humidity’s up, and it’s here to stay,
Oh for an ice cream cone!

My clothes are simply drenched in sweat,
Oh, what I’d give for a nice cornet,
Or better still, a midday sunset,
Or for an ice cream cone!

So bring me something white or pink,
Something to slurp, something to drink,
Something cold into which I can cheerfully sink,
Oh bring me an ice cream cone!

They just happened to look the other way,
And so I made my great escape,
I can pick flowers for a grand bouquet,
Chase leaves or get into a splendid scrape!
I’ve a hat on my head to keep me warm,
Though I’m wearing a dress I don’t feel the need to conform,
I just want to skip and jump and run,
To graze my knees, to have some fun,
The world’s my oyster, it’s fresh and new,
With myriad wonderful things to do!
So please don’t stop me, I’m on a roll,
Don’t want to go for a peaceful stroll!
I want to race, I want to fly,
Only speed will gratify!
So let me have a jolly jape
And indulge my great escape!

I’m dreaming of a ginger cat,
Wearing a towel as a turban!
He’ll be lying on a plush bed, supine, not flat,
And looking Hollywood, not suburban.
With two pieces of cucumber over his eyes,
He’ll be luxuriating, no surprise,
Just chillaxing, because it’s Sunday!!

Wraith-like, I slip through the waters,
Azure blue, gentle green.
An explosion of light and colour,
Where the sun hits the waves.
A silent, spectral sentinel,
I observe the majesty of this earth.

The sun crashes through the doors,
Throwing long shadows,
That, at certain times of day,
Flood the floor with colour.
At others, they just fill the room with light.
Just acquired, my fire house flat,
Will become my own unique backdrop,
To the staging points of my life.
A blank canvas presently,
It will be peopled with my past and present,
To create a harmonious future.

This is my idea of heaven,
A slab of chocolate come half eleven.
Particularly if it’s full of nuts,
No whys, no wherefores, no ifs, nor buts!

I love it at this time of year,
When this particular flower begins to appear.
I wind a garland around my hat,
It makes me feel like a pussycat.
I love the fragrance, love the smell,
Love the beautiful colour as well.
I feel like I’ve walked on a Hollywood set,
I’d like to get out my clarinet,
And play a lilting, gentle song,
That makes the world just bounce along…
This is my splendid lavender ode,
So let your senses just explode!

The sky grew black, a front came in,
Lowering, gloomy, threatening,
And then the lightning cracked.

A blaze of light across the sky,,
Myriad tendrils of stimuli,
As the lightning cracked.

Summer storms are big and brash,
They take you with a sudden flash,
Of overpowering lightning.