Breathing Space

Think it’s time that my blog took a rest

Gave me breathing space, that would be best

Just a short blogging break

For my sanity’s sake

Till I’m not feeling quite so depressed…

Post It Notes

Here’s an excellent tip I should mention

If reminding someone’s your intention

Write on one coloured square

Stick it up anywhere

Post-It Notes are a brilliant invention!

What Do You See?

Tea Not Sympathy

Early morning’s my favourite hour

Before dressing or having a shower

Brew a nice cuppa first

Come on day, do your worst

I don’t just drink my tea – I devour! 🙂

Fandango’s Dog Days of August: Time of Day

The Lost Smiles…

This awful year we won’t forget

Coronavirus changes life

Across the world infection rife

Brings death in numbers growing yet…

We keep our distances and fret

And cover mouth and nose so while

Regardless of our chosen style

Behind our masks our features hide

Expressions lost on those outside

Invisible each friendly smile…

Ronovan’s Poetry Challenge: Smile

Cakes For All Just to Say Thanks!

To my blog followers I commend

Those who bring me such rich dividends

So I thought I might make

Little iced fairy cakes

Sending love to you all – thank you friends ❤

Fandango’s Dog Days of August: Thank Your Followers

Somewhere

Somewhere hides all those things I keep losing

Piled up high in some place of their choosing

Fun and games, hide and seek

Come on, give me a peek

I give in – It’s no longer amusing…

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Somewhere

Blast From the Past: Childhood Ice Lollies

Old-time rocket-shaped lolly named Zoom

Juice-filled frozen fruit flavours go boom

In your mouth layers sweet

Melt to mush as you eat

Wooden lolly stick sucked till exhumed

Although Fab was my favourite vice

With its hundreds and thousands on ice

Adding crumbly feel

And exciting appeal

To a fun lolly sure to entice

A blast-from-the-past limerick twofer for Esther Chilton’s word prompt of ‘Zoom’ for this week, helpfully illustrated by a retro metal sign hanging in my kitchen 🙂

Hope not Fear

I’ve been stuck in a self-pity moan

Like the grumpiest grumpy old crone

Now I’m making a choice

To add hope to my voice

And adopt a more positive tone

This pandemic is causing such grief

Stealing life as we know it, this thief

Takes our freedom to roam

Keeps us all close to home

Tethered tight with no sign of relief

Though we’re facing a future unclear

Things may not stay as dark as appear

Look for life’s guiding star

Let our minds travel far

Never give up or give in to fear

I hit a real crisis of confidence the other day, so thank you to everyone who commented on my rather embarrassing pity-post I’d probably have been better not to post at all – you’ve all helped me see things so much more clearly, and such caring interaction is always much appreciated.

I’ve been catching up on my blog reading this morning and saw Geoff Le Pard’s limerick prompted by Esther Chilton’s Prompt word of ‘moan’, so I decided to try to counteract my errant whininess by taking a more creative approach to voicing how crap things can feel just now – hence my triple limerick above 🙂

Cranky

I feel cranky and grumpy as hell

But what ails me I just cannot tell

Heavy chest, feeling rough

Yet no fever or cough

And a perfectly good sense of smell

I’m so tired of feeling this way

Short of breath on and off through the day

Tightness tugs as I breathe

Getting old, I believe

Childhood asthma returned? Who can say…

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Cranky

The Joys of Spring

While spring-time fills my heart with joy

Plant pollen makes my red eyes itch

And constant sneezing does annoy

Hay-fever is a total bitch

Good anti-histamines employ

Reduce my allergies enough

To let me breathe, however rough

While scented flowers fill the air

I fill my lungs without a care

And wheeze until it makes me cough…

Ronovan’s Poetry Prompt: Itch