Sad. So, so sad. So sad I cannot be around for a while. 😪💔
Northern white rhinoceros
witness the beauty peel away
This is my final post in response to A Guy Called Bloke and if you follow the above link, you will receive double motivation. 😉✌🏼
Ok. So, I am sitting at Hash Imports, waiting for my Jag. The garage door bit off a chunk of the trunk (aka boot for Englanders) and the damaged plith is being put back on the car’s booty!!! Hurrah 😄! They tell me it should take an hour. (Long story how this happened which i am not going to explain.)
Regarding English and its many forms, and reasons why it is difficult to learn, even for English-born speakers, here is a handy How to Understand English Words. Since i will be moving to Boston soon, this The Wicked Good Guide to Boston English or Ten Words to Know in Boston will come in handy for other reasons. BTW I love me some chowdah. Which i made over the weekend with Lake Erie caught walleye. So yum 😋!
Since i will be walking, biking or taking public transport in Boston, what will happen to my Jag? Hurt feelings much? But that’s what the country side is for… motoring in my Jag to the ocean and mountain vistas!!! Cannot wait. 😝 ⛰ 🌊
because of this ❤️✌🏼🎶🎶🎶 J
A new blogger stumbled onto my page and I returned to visit his page and immediately followed Michael at Vision of Poets. This particular poem is a reminder of an on-going conversation with someone i care deeply about. But i sense my presence is too much in his mind and it breaks my heart. I have not given up. I continue at my own peril. I sense he appreciates me. He gives small glimpses of hope that he needs people in his life. Just not too close. Which is good for me. No sense letting my fear be sensed.
— Read on visionofpoets.wordpress.com/2018/03/18/in-conversation/
spurn tea leaves
turn faces to stone
reckless hope wandering the wind
A Guy called Bloke nominated me to share my motivations and I happily oblige, feeling motivated to share my inner thoughts. Why not? 😜💕✌🏼
Glad you bother to read my posts at all! What, with all your responsibilities, who am i to take up your time?
This is the path unfolding before me. A red carpet spread to the ends of the earth, piled high with rocks and sand and twigs and leaves. Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers and promise of new Days. While Nights wander aimlessly toward silence and i reside peacefully as billions of stars awaken.
Oh! This too! Or better yet, make some of your own art! Grab a brush, paint, and go! 🎨 ☔️🌵🌼🍄🍁🍂🐾 J🕊🎶🎶🎶
Oh! to find relaxation. Get lost amidst the Monhegan sea air.
I once honored the rapt attention of the island’s evening. Witnessed the homeward gulls, floating above. Shhhh! i warned them. I desired the whispered stories unfolding below the ocean waves.
I witnessed their goodbyes descend upon my eyes. Their limelight emitted farewell and invited the lesser stars to partake in the feast. Satisfied, i bid farewell, in hopes my soul would once again return.
*The finished painting from a previous post.
Introducing A Guy Called Bloke’s newest poem… and I kindly thank Rory, the guy or the bloke behind the words penned so swell, for nominating me to share some motivation for the next three days. Aka, the hum in my drum can become your purr with a considering stir.
I am happy to oblige Sir Rory. But i am not responsible for any side affects my words may have upon my readers. So my advice: Read responsibly.
i am motivated knowing other people get it. it being me. and me not showing fear but courage. today i exist deeply. i am the silence.
I nominate any blogger, who has time and courage, to participate.
forest fires rage
glowing mind reclassified
slim chance to survive
lingering scent speaks
wasted hours bent over
never the same girl twice