Long Sunshades Poems
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SYMBOLS OF SUNDAY
The Ille de Grande Jatte sans noise
filled with poise,a posie-in-paint.This
divisionist dog-day,a second of time
frozen in mime;a slow-motion frame
of a social game.The Seine sleeping
sailors boating,youngsters rowing
a lady fishing.trumpeter trilling,dogs
sniffing midst sunshades swishing.
A promenade peopled,gentility
strolling,watching,then,standing
still,and,taking their fill.A leisured
moment from toil,passitivity
possessed dressed yellow,orange
with green and complementary blue
A POINT TO MAKE
Points, to make a point
expressions by impressions,
lots and lots of dots a
paradigm in paint, impressionist
it ‘aint.Unique yes, inanimate
I guess, poetic proportionate
pictorial pointillistic perhaps,
our eye fills in the gaps.
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Even in old age I still find,
I have more questions than answers.
Like when I would not even be considered for Father of the year,
How have our three children flourished,
And been witnessed to be happy on occasions?
Could it be that Base Camp has kept it's original address,
And the welcome mat can be seen from space.
A place where Dinosaurs still roam.
The structure may creek and groan,
Under the weight of all the years,
But the integrity of the main beams is still solid,
And there are still embers in the home fire.
The original custodians are still in residence,
And in no hurry to move on,
The grounds may be a bit unruly,
But there is a bigger supply of fruit than before,
And sitting outside no longer necessitates putting up sunshades,
Wood for the fire is supplied on site.
New varieties of Birds can be seen and heard chirping,
There is no shortage of worms to help turn the soil,
Flowers and butterflies flourish among the weeds,
And buzzing of the bees drowns out the noise of the flies.
The garage may be a mess,
But there are tools enough for the job,
And some spares in case the children, or friends forget to bring back,
What they borrowed.
This home base may not feature in Home and Garden magazines,
But it has stood the test of time,
Is still the starting point for many an adventure.
With new offspring in the family,
And new offshoots in the garden,
I may have one less Question,
Requiring an answer.
It was the Emperor's birthday.
The Coliseum was sold out.
All over the Cityyou could hear
The people laughs and shout.
First came on the animals
In the early evening heat'
Not much fun once They’d had
enough Christians to eat.
The came on the gladiators
All dressed up to thrill,
Because it was Caesar's birthday
They weren't allowed to kill.
Then came the speciality act,
The deflowering of a hundred maids
All tastefully laidout
Under transparent sunshades.
Out strode the proud Nubian
Dressed In G string and sarong
Eager to get started at
The clash of the gong.
First three dispatched with ease
He stiffened, clasped his head
And without further ado
Fell down stone deaded dead.
In the stunned silence
The promoters was heard to stay
He was fine at dress rehearsal
Earlier on today.
It being a little early
To send the crowd home
They had a little riot
And they burned down Rome.
The Emperor got excited
And quickly joined
Swaying to the flames as
He played his violin.
That's how the Empire ended
By contemporary description;
How different it could have been
With Viagara on prescription.
Intricate dull summer, autumn's scourge,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Mirage, sweaty foreheads entertain an oasis,
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew,
Laments a stabled tree near a rippling brook,
Transpires driven, meaning sustained, neath or aloft,
Gravitation charters its progress,
Ingenuous source served natural throat that thirsts beyond,
Prompt wintry ice, obscure its way, not bar its exemplary flow,
Gratification expounded, outpours inside the expanse,
Breeding fluidity, according to varied species of life on Terra.
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At first, the purple sunshades hide where dreams cling,
the mind is distracted by how night's feeling,
it drifts along asleep on soft feathered wing.
Now, crimson blood spurts were shapes are annealing,
form re-appears, through razor sharp, edges and seams,
the self slowly stirs, to begin the healing.
Red ochre breaks through, streaming in bright light beams,
piercing the veil, as purpose begins to rise,
shaking the cinders to scatter ash-gray dreams.
Orange inflames the will behind shut eyes,
to rush right in, to show what it held on hold,
sending hot flames aloft, to lighten dark skies.
Yellow crowns the day-break with buttercup gold.
The mind and soul, now awake, can stand up bold!
Rosy sunshades
By Michelle Morris
30/10/2022
You want me all to yourself
But wonder why I'm so reluctant
I don't even get to have me all to myself
Why should I be prepared to allow you this privilege
I am torn between work and family
All my obligations and commitments
But all you want is a holiday
To fulfil some crazy fantasy
We are not a couple
We don't have a future chance
I'm still treading water
Getting over a difficult divorce
Why can't you understand it?
Why can't you see the truth?
Take off those rosy sunshades
And accept that we are through
I have no more to give you
I wish I could say it wasn't so
I only have enough energy to live right now
And focus on my self-care and growth
Maybe one day things will be different
Maybe one day we'll get our time
But for right now we are travelling
On very different highways
I need to heal all of me
I need to become whole and free
I need to change my life path
I need to know hope and peace
My self-care isn't selfish
My reluctance is no rejection
I hope that you know I care for you
No matter what your perceptions
No one can change how someone feels
No one can fix insight and memory
We all choose what we want to see
We all choose what we believe
Take this moment as my peace offering
Take the memories of our love and care
Build goodness and compassion (if you can)
And know that you are part of my soul
This may not be roses and rainbows
But it's certainly not doom and gloom
I wish you the best on your journey
And I will always remember you
© Michelle Morris, 2022