‘Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.’
Author: Sue Young
Quote of the Week
‘No easy flowery path leads to any place worth arriving at.’
First Month Fears
You are the first month of the year
You represent hope
Is that too romantic?
Is it a trope?
Are you forgiven because you are near?
Are you hated because you are here?
January, you offer so much
In the stakes
Eleven more months
To make mistakes
We buy into the twelve month thing
We buy into time if we dare
Seasons are truthful
Can’t lie there
But
It’s all one big year really
Look at the big picture
Four seasons
That’s all we really need to know
As Johnny Logan used to say
Don’t take it too seriously
Take this year day by day.
Quote of the Week
‘Good things will come again, and we’ll have whisky galore.’
Quote of the Week
‘I wasn’t the least bit disappointed that Santa didn’t exist. On the contrary, I was thrilled that my parents would do this for me; that it wasn’t someone else who gave me all these things. It was them.’
Another Llama Christmas
There Must Be A Way
Crack in the pavement
Pothole in the path
Snag in the scheme
Rejection on the road
Obstruction on the line
Blockage on the bearing
Travail on the trail
Occlusion in the tube
There must be a way of moving on
Hold up on the motorway
Prevention of the plan
Hurdle at the course
Exclusion on the highway
Barricade on the street
Hinderance on the route
Blockage on the beat
Hazard in the formula
There must be a way of moving on
Jam at the junction
Crisis in the crossing
Interference at the intersection
Clot in the system
Tear in the tactic
A Shut Out in approach
Concealment on the course
A Joke at the joining
There must be a way of moving on.
Quote of the Week
‘All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad strengthens by exercise.’
That 70’s Glow
Blurry
Distant
Detached
Never really loved you
But had to experience you
Now, observing from afar
Looking down
From a vantage point
Bittersweet
The child, like the colours of the time
Sometimes orange
Yellow
Brown
The only glow
T.V in the corner
Like a candle in the dark.
Selfless
There was a time
When photos
Didn’t trigger
Or determine
A flash fire emotion
Or a lazy sensory response
Requiring no effort.
There was a time
When the written word
Or a poignant meaningful photo
Painting a thousand words
Wasn’t replaced by a selfie
Railroading us down a pathway
Where no thought is necessary
And no imagination is required.
There was a time
When the written word could stand alone
Hold its own and speak for itself
Without that illustrated companion.
There was a time
Imagination was key
You heard that song
You had your own personal story in mind
And then you saw the video
And it was all gone, spoilt, in an instant.
Now is the time
Image is key
And photos of a certain type speak
Without need for any words at all
Would such a photo have as much to say
As a book read before bedtime
Would it keep us as warm at night?
Things In My Head 