The whispers were faint at first,
Now they've become regular chatterboxes.
I hear them behind the eyes of passerbyers,
As they believe they'll go unnoticed...
I see their black smokey like tendrils
Slowly stretching out to touch me,
But are quickly repulsed as if
Touching burning coals, or a burning light.
These walks in the darkness especially after rain,
Cool under foot, as reflections remind of
Daily doings and the things that can go unnoticed.
As I'm being consumed by personal desires
And the everyday chase for everyday things,
Yes, the chatter gets louder with wanting pleas,
But they grow much fainter with self control.....
Elation wanes upon graying skies and a chill pierces the bronzed flesh. Pondering the thrills of rollicking ocean waves,
I catch the scent of a warm wood fire burning in the distance.
A pitchfork toss of compost upon the plucked ground; next spring’s planting will be well-planned through the chilly months. I sit by the fire sipping hot cocoa and sketching out each planting plot, in colors of newly sprouted seeds among spring greens.
A flash of ocean spray, ignites my memory and I recall the dolphin’s alongside the boat; silvery-grey chatterboxes,
trying hard to impress the eyes of two-leggeds.
The fading summer lends way to the bite of Mr. Frost.
It’s time to finish stocking the wood pile;
I’m thinking, a big pot of chili for dinner.
Should I have known
I would have slept till next dawn
That I would have gained not at end day
No sign of gay not even at the bay
Oh what a wasted day
I trek a mile
But all that while across I come no smile
All swollen are and sullen
The weather dementing, so it is in readiness
To suck out the happiness
Oh what a wasted day
In all I try to do I err
Where success is near others deter
Where I lie and seek rest
Irritating chatterboxes are at best
In music I seek console
But am greeted with news of sorrow
Oh! should I have known,
The misery of the day today
I would have slept till the NEXT DAWN! ! ! ! ! !
Have you seen little beautiful butterflies?
All yellow, yellow and red, and all red ones
Bet you can't say who among them the prettiest is.
Eyes are bright buttons like, bows on hair big and small,
A cute little snack bag on one petite shoulder
Clinging to the parent’s or grandparent’s hands.
One of them at times seems to be a little less cheery with
One or two drops on rosy red cheeks
Dear Mamma hugging and consoling
Daddy cool pretending as not seen it.
See them running round and round the pillar
Singing the good old ‘Hickory Dickory Dock’
Sometimes ‘Asha Busha’ and one will fall down
As they wait for the school van to come
Adding more shine to the porch than the gleaming morning sun
Is there any better blessing we can ask for than these little chatterboxes?
Fill your hearts today with this daybreak scene
For tomorrow the children will grow up, lose all their innocence
Become young men and women and far away they will go,
It’ll be even beyond Mars, today’s most distant place
Therefore don’t miss it today!
My friend had a beautiful bird and Bentley was his name
He was a little cockatiel and he liked to play a game
Where he'd undo a charm bracelet,throw it all around
He'd say his name so loudly then he'd make a giggling sound
She got another cockatiel,a smaller one than Bentley
"Pretty boy Bentley"he'd yell out and look at you intently
She had to name him Shadow for he was a bit confused
He mixed up his identity,his own name he refused
I never was a bird person but these two were such fun!
They'd sometimes fly around the house and have us on the run
Chatterboxes both of them they had alot to say
Like"howdy,whatcha doin',good morning" and "no way"
I tried to teach them my name but they would have none of it
They would say"hey good lookin" so I learned to rise above it!
By Deb Wilson
**for Beautiful Birds Mini Blog Contest
sponsored by Constance~A Rambling Poet~