”we will weather the storms of fate, we shall face the howling winds of life, together“, she said.
what could i say.
i took her hand in mine.
Tag Archive: companion
monday reading beckoning
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be my valentine ... ?
Valentines Day Redux … … …
ah!
that time of year once more,
the expectations to do this, buy that,
begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.
should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,
or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,
with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,
for that,
I do know,
would be my cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …
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sunday evening 31 January 2016
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apologies if already shared 🌻🐹
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the queen
monday reading
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some poetry for the cat 🙂
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she looks forward to weekend reading ...
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what to re-read, she ponders
her reference material
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she loves these books 🐹
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the cat and her books #1
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i am scared, because a Jo'burg thunderstorm is raging
she needs some Carl Sagan, during a Jo’burg rainstorm … … … 🐹✌
for more on ‘The Demon-Haunted World’ by Carl Sagan:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Demon-Haunted-World-Science-Candle/dp/0345409469
my constant companion, and the scribbler’s nemesis at a game of chess … … … 🐹😁
she is so smug when she wins againsy the scribbler 😁
my wishes are simple,
desires few,
gazing upon a leaf,
nourished by dew.
my wishes are simple,
dreams hardly grand,
hearing birdsong in the desert,
together, hand in hand.
my wishes are simple,
my heart calm,
resting with you ‘neath the palm,
years rattling bones,
wrinkling skin,
greying our hair,
ever so thin.
my wishes are simple,
walking in the rain,
leaning on each other,
through life’s joy, pain … … …
Words …
he said that he would love me forever.
he whispered sweet nothings.
he said that it would endure.
he said all of this,
and all of that,
words that soothed,
cajoled,
promised,
the sun and the stars.
all said,
he said far too much …
A Chipped Heart
Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,
shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,
I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,
torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,
I refuse to bow.
My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,
still,
I believe, love, truth, belonging,
will take my hand,
again…
Savage lies, mercilessly spoken,
battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open,
companionship was all that was sought,
not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought.
The bonds I sought were simple,
peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black,
delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back.
It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain,
and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we walked,
scattered in the rivulets of this night’s pouring rain.
Alone I scribble this paltry verse,
the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms,
and though I may heal some day,
the memory of the ashes of our love,
floating down the streets we once walked,
shall remain buried deep,
until my dying day
Scribbled Verse 