Bling Is the Thing

BLING IS THE THING! A gold looking briefcase that glitters And glows, A shimmery sequin diary that likes to Know that it shows, Crayons of every, and any colour that one may desire, Small yet things that indicate that of life I will never tire! Adult colouring books and cartoons that I sketch, Continually inspire and evolve and Fantasies fetch. Bright coloured cushions that contrast Yet match, I am now in a world of daydreams, My very own safety valve patch! Fond memories, imagination, wishes and Illusion, This is the only way of keeping away Lingering delusion, African ornaments and trinkets I collect, And a big bright blue evil eye to protect, Myself and my family from evil or envy Even a stuffed monkey wearing the colours Of the rainbow carelessly hangs on my mothers Coat rack, she gave it to me, it reminds Me of her as tears roll down my face, For this is my sanctuary, my own poetry space! This is where I find my inspiration, As fond memories I recall with vivid imagination! This life may only be afforded to some They are the ones that collect every bit of life, Every crumb, This is the glitz Of life which brings out the blitz And bling, which may sound to some, absurd, To live life in such a colourful, imaginative world, Almost like Peter Pan or Alice in wonderland, These people have retained a lot of the heart Of the child in them – My husband loves me even More for this, As he enters my poetry space I give him a big Hug and kiss. I believe what I do and how I do it, has de stressed, My body, mind and soul, Making sure I take in my stride stressed times, when They call, and that threaten to take their toll!