Flash 55

Sulking’s such a silly game -
But folks will play it. What a shame!
I'd rather hear a stamp and shout
from one who chooses to opt out,
than see them pull inside their shell,
like a snail. I know full well
they'll have to poke their fat heads out
once they stop their sulking bout!

 Mr Knowitall will have more 55's for you to read this Friday...

In Tandem #4

This image of Jinksy's made my thoughts turn to the garden, and this was the eventual result...

Intermingled

A honeysuckle twines

and plaits its way

through jasmine,

smoke bush,

lavender,

hibiscus.

Foliage and flowers

flourish here,

with scant respect

for others boundaries.

They Intermingle,

managing to grow

with minimum of fuss.

No fight for food,

for space,

for light,

appears to stunt their growth.

The flower kingdom

lives its days in peace,

with only nature's laws

to shape its fate.

Open Link Night #3

The Play's The Thing

Dream shadows stalk the paths of night
like trespassers. They infiltrate our minds
and tell us stories we would wish to leave
unheard. Our free will bows to honour sleep,
and sleep is quick to gather in the reigns,
driving us towards its chosen goal.
There, we act a part we have not learned,
have not rehearsed, yet we deliver lines
because we find ourselves at centre stage.
We have no script as guide, but improvise
as best we can in every nightmare play.

Written for d'verse  in the wee small hours of the morning.

The Eyes Have It!

Blue eyes look like water, or possibly the sky,
but brown eyes look like chestnuts -
do you ever wonder why?

Sometimes other colours - smokey grey or green -
may alter them to hazel,
and they become 'betwix-between.'

This pair were staring at me from Margaret's painting on In Tandem!

Sirius

As soon as I saw the Magpie prompt this week, I came over all poetic. Not about bicycles- too often Ada tells me "On yer bike!"- but about the dog star. Wiki will tell you all about it HERE. But then it made me think of the moon of my delight, and I wrote her these lines...

My dearest, you are
the brightest star in my sky;
No dog days allowed.

Thank you once again to Tess for the inspiration, and let's hope that Alicia will accept this as a roundabout lead in to her Maffick Monday!

Times Is Gettin' Hard, Boys!

An Englishman's home is his castle,
or so the old adage goes,
but how in these times can he buy one?
'Tis a problem which (everyone knows)
depends on the state of the country,
and the pennies in his piggy bank.
More often than not it's too empty...
like his car with a petrol-less tank.

His castle, perforce, remains up in the air...
Good Luck to anyone living up there!
The foundation's dodgy on cloud number nine,
best live in a sty with the rest of the swine!

Blame  JINKSY for tempting me again this week! And Ive just discovered the same subject fits ALICIA's Maffick Monday - who cares if it's Thursday?!

A Leg Pull!

graphic by jinksy

I've entered myself on a Link List that I spotted on Alias Jinksy's blog, but now feel like a fraud as I've not written anything for this picture. Being a man of very few words, I have the solution ... this is my contribution...

"It's Corny!"

 No reflection on the artist intended...