Teenage angst I hear your cry. You tempted me with your fresh knowledge untested by life’s setbacks. I knew better but I was miserable. I walked away from a parent’s love so as not to disappoint them further.
Roll the years forward a generation…
Now I hear of you my darling niece. I feel your anger as if it were a forgotten love song. In a world where hormones explode like balloons freshly stomped by teenage partygoers you storm off. Do you know how much you are loved my darling?
I think of you while you're away
and as night dances on the day
and failing light segments are strewn
as orange beams that chase the moon
I think of you as silhouettes
can etch the land as day forgets
and blue, then red, once more regress
and night presents its sweet caress
DEE GRANT 2021
This is a rewrite of the poem I wrote earlier called Night Presents it’s Sweet Caress. I’ve been reading a couple of articles to improve my rhyming style.
References
E.L Literature (2021)“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost — EL.Literature – Form, Meter, Rhyme in ‘Formal’ Poetry
Masterclass (2020) https://www.masterclass.com/articles/poetry-101-what-is-a-rhyme-scheme-learn-about-rhymed-poems-with-examples
Rhymezone https://www.rhymezone.com/
Learn to scan for rhyme scheme and meter. See how the literal in poetry becomes universal theme.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost — EL.Literature
It is in silence I create, I can decipher, I can relate Random gems of unknown purity, bubble up from deep obscurity Bubbling up clear unfettered, not encased in tunes so lettered I know the silence that you seek, a place to ponder a place to speak Not with words that close your mind, but open pathways all entwined For in this place you can create, you can reflect, you can debate And when all thoughts have quietened down, and questions lose their tensioned frown You elevate from noisy spheres, and find that space set free from fear A masterpiece is what you paint, random sketches of a saint. DEE GRANT 2021 Photo by Simon Migaj on Pexels
Today I wanted to be here ‘in case the sh*t hits the fan’. Mum had a fall today and was taken away in an ambulance. She should be in a nursing home they’ll say. Well ‘don’t come the raw prawn with me’ cause we all know she just ‘won’t cop that’!
That old chestnut
People hint to mum that she should think about going to a nursing home. I’m sure ‘that old chestnut’ will be ‘back on the cards again’. I know she ‘wouldn’t have a bar of it’. Thing is oldies sometimes have no say in it. That really ‘makes mum’s blood boil’. See mum is such a private person. She loves her garden and her own space. The whole idea of being in hospital just ‘does her head in’ let alone a nursing home. She’d be ‘out of there in a flash’ if she could.
Stick to your guns
I was hanging by the computer ‘playing the waiting game’. My ‘heart was in my mouth’ when a call ‘came out of nowhere’. It was a real ‘blessing in disguise’. A stranger calls. She shares of how her nan broke her hip in her 90’s and was sent home after she recovered from a hip replacement. Her nan was ‘happy as Larry’. This stranger says “make sure you tell your mum to ‘stick to her guns'”.
It’s been a while since I wrote a piece on phrases and idioms. I hope these ones help you in understanding this uncertain space. A space where the very thing that draws family together can also pull them apart. We all want what’s best for mum but we all have different opinions.
Phrase/Saying
Happy barks resound across a damp and soggy noon. Dogs just glad to be let out, their barks create a tune. Some high some low. Some fast some slow. A baritone or two, create a chorus on the grass that’s loud and fun and true.
They march through giant puddles and with each resounding bark, they wag their tails, run and splash, in this wet and sodden park.
DEE GRANT 2021
Photo by Jack Geoghegan on Pexels.com
Inspired after listening to all the dogs at the local park today. It has been raining heavy for over a week. There are floods in Greater Sydney and up and down the State of NSW. A house was even swept away. Today a break in the weather so lots of dogs and their owners out and about.
I can’t sleep but if I was I’d dream a dream, a dream of you. Your quirky ways, your teasing laughter, wrapped up in gorgeous ever after.
You are my sweet, my one and only. Forever yours, your one and only.
The MRI sends blasts of sound, a magnetic force spinning round. With headphones on I greet it’s song. It’s weird loud sounds to soldier on. A veteran now I know it’s way, and settle in for my stay. Bleep bleep bleep and a…boom boom boom, still another 40 minutes ’til I leave this room.
8 things to know are below.
Here I am again. I’m an MRI veteran so thought I’d share how I go about things in this space.
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Source: Art Therapy to Ease Stress
More geared toward art for people with arthritis but food for thought. I see people walking on walkers with their hands crippled with arthritis. I wonder how they manage to get creative. Do they even bother or is it just all too hard?
