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Premium Member Valley of Explanation

It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple, just the way he thought she'd like it.
A basket of fruit and Ritz crackers.
Ham and cheese sandwiches,
and her favorite, a giant wedge of orange chocolate.
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question and the humble little ring
in the knot of an old birch tree... 

Pleased by the way it all turned out,
he headed for the edge of the meadow.
to take a simple man's pee...
Thinking about how she'd been 
a little bit off and distant lately,

Upwind and just to the side, there was a large crack of brush.
His heart nearly came off its tracks. 
Grizzly quickly flashed across his mind.
He was relieved when mamma dear and her yearling 
tip-doed into the sunlit clearing.

Mamma dear shyly plucked a juicy Granny Smith from the picnic basket.
The yearling preferred a clementine.
The wind suddenly shifted-they bounded off into the thicket.
With a silent thank you, lost upon the breeze.

The sun was a couple of hours past its prime.
When he finally realized she wasn't coming.
So, he drank a half bottle of pink disappointment.
Gorged on the chunk of orange chocolate.
He gathered up the broken picnic for one.
He left the rest of the fruit and spray of roses
to the skinny doe and her yearling.
He grabbed back the ring 
from the heart of the old birch tree.
He crashed down the mountain, with champagne mouth, 
Heading for the valley of explanation.

The best friend held her tight, dried her tears
but after a six-pack and some cheap weed.
They both had a big belly laugh
when he told her that the  
"Cheap Teenie weenie grease monkey ring",
was probably forever lost
in the butt of that old birch tree.

Within a season she left both grease monkeys
and their Teenie weenie rings-
She headed down the mountain for glitter town
married a man with a big sharp house
clean hands and a big city ring-


Spectacular- For Contest

Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.

A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'.  No fence between us. Awesome.

13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

Little By Little

Above the sea

another ocean

and just as blue

Sailing upwind

is all impossible

But don't give up yet

Little by little I come to you

We'd catch each wave

We'll ride the tide

Little by little,We'll make it right

I don't believe in fairies

but I believe in you

And I know,You know

Little by little you come to me

just the way I do

Together We can make it

One pillow shared by two

Our sailor moon will take us

above the sunset hue

Years robbed away our passion

but could not steal our dream

In our dream all is possible

Our lost wings We'll redeem

With our wings We'll do wonders

Our freedom makes us whole

We'll let dead stars shine their light

in the dark night of our soul
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Listen to the Wind

The wind leans in sideways to drink every word,
Just as sailors must tack sideways to go upwind.
It's only with angles we know the wind's wrangles.
Its riddles, scattered among willy-nilly answers,
Whispered as secrets, spilling to shake the leaves.

When gales blow hard; many tumble quaking in fear,
Others stand up to harness its power and steer,
Watching their vanes to predict omens ahead,
Hoping for kind winds to come their way soon,
In the wily wandering ways of the gusts and whims.

The wind is an oracle, chanting psalms on wing.
It carries the chorus of birds calling at dawn.
The rumble of thunder in an approaching storm.
The calls from a distance; bells whoops and cooee's

But it's no secret its gathers can ever stay still—
For all sounds are bent to the command of its will.
For sound needs winds in the air to transmit downhill.
Only falling silent; when wind's becalmed and still.
For with no wind, all is just silence, dressed to kill.
Form: Lyric

Little By Little

Above the sea

another ocean

and just as blue

Sailing upwind

is all impossible

But don't give up yet

Little by little I come to you

We' d catch each wave

We'll ride the tide

Little by little,We'll  make it right

I don't believe in fairies

but I believe in you

And I know,You know

Little by little you come to  me

just the way I do

Together We can make it

One pillow shared by two

Our sailor moon will take us

above the sunset hue

Years robbed away our passion

but could not steal our dream

In our dream all is possible

Our lost wings We'll redeem

With our  wings We do wonders

Our freedom makes us whole

We'll let dead stars shine their light

in the dark night of our soul.




Charmaine Chircop




PS  :  These lyrics I've written are now being played in a song by talented Archie Clifford and Alice Clark.If you have five minutes to spare please do support me and them by visiting this link
'http://soundcloud.com/archieclifford/archie-clifford-ft-alice-clark-little-by-little'.

Yes,Do visit soundcloud and support  the song 'Little by little'please!!!
Form: Lyric


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