Days 22-24 of NaPoWriMo
Muchness
When they say "You are too much"
They mean "You are too much... for me"
They mean "You are too much... for me"
Find those people who will celebrate your muchness,
And encourage you to celebrate theirs.
Cheers, it's Thursday.
Let's go to the beach - when - right now.
Barbeque smoke and the strum of a ukelele.
Crap films and cinnamon buns and laughter.
The hugs that last just a second longer
And "I'm bored at work, send memes" messages.
"I heard about your dad"
"This postcard reminded me of you"
"Your favourite biscuits were on sale
so I bought three packets"
Philosophy over laundry
And let's get drunk at 4pm in my living room.
You are never too much for me,
You are community
Family
Dawn Chorus
In peaceful early morning moments of
Dusky blue, before the sun is full
Awake, there comes glorious from above
An opus of orchestral bird call.
The cheery chaffinch chirrups in the trees,
His pink throat undulating with his song;
A restless wren is flirting with the breeze,
And trills his tune above the growing throng;
Within the hedge a pair of blackbirds play,
Bold and bright, their voices carry far;
And dainty-footed, dances there a crow,
Who joins in with a loud and laughing caw.
As the sun is brightening the morn,
Each one is the essence of the dawn.
DIY
The slip-skid of stony substrate,
Metal tines ting, and fling
With force coarse sand and cement.
I grit my teeth, and grit is underneath
My fingernails, the gloves improper for this use.
I think back to the silent sweep
I knew, plumb planes of plaster.
But this nasty noise, this schwing and clink,
The itch and fizz within my ears
That grows and grates; my hands abate
And pleading, pass the trowel to my
Waiting husband, his ears less tender than mine.
