Monthly Archives: February 2018

I have my father’s eyes,

I keep them in a little box;

And also there, my mother’s ears,

and one of my grandad’s socks.

Dad would have been 92 today. Thoughts with them both.

G:)

I wonder what today will bring.

Will it deliver on its promises?

Has it actually made any?

It has turned up, as expected, following age-old tradition;

and is doing all the usual things – with slight variations, if truth be told.

Any surprises on the cards? Who knows? Work in progress, as they say.

Today, has the possibility of being the best day yet… or the worst; but, will most likely be somewhere in between.

Perhaps tomorrow will be the time to reflect back upon how it went- I’ll know more then.

“How goes the day?”

I’ll let you know.

10-Minutes from scratch

Ten is a magical number.

That is what I have just written – it may not be true.

In fact, other numbers are said to be magical and have a long history of being thought so.

Three or eight. Multiples of three. Six-hundred and sixty-six or six-hundred and sixteen (depending on who is calculating) are said to be magical.

But, I have no doubt that 10 is the most magical of all.

Why?

Well, it seems to me that it is the leader of double-figured numbers,

In Binary it is two.

In trinary, three.

It actually has no magical properties that I am discernibly aware of – I made it up.

Three is a magic number, so goes the song.

Sing along.

Ten is decimal.

Ten is green bottles.

Ten Pipers Piping, I think. I may be wrong.

Ten-Pin Bowling – 10 is a strike.

No. 10 – we boo, we hiss.

Ten has very little ‘real’ use as a magical prop.

Ten is just a number.

Ten is…

It’s probably more than the above; but, I have not really found much to say so.

Ten Little Indians.

If Agatha’s surname has been Christery, my using it to rhyme with Mystery would have worked so much better.

As it was, I did what I could with the materials provided – as I of-

ten do.

What else can 10 mean?

What* Does it say to you?

–//–

*10-minutes were up here.

I said ‘Goodbye!’ one last time

Never to speak another farewell word in the English language.

From now on, it would be ‘Adieu!’, ‘Au Revoir!’; ‘Arrivederci!’, or ‘Ciao!’; Auf Wiedersehen!’, or maybe ‘Slán!’ There are so many to choose from.

But, ‘Hello!’ would remain, giving balance to my voice – always my greeting of choice.

And then:

はい (Hai) for ‘Yes’,

and ‘Nullum’ for ‘No

Maybe I’ll have specific words for ‘Camel’ and ‘Hat’, and alternate them weekly, so that one week I would have a ‘Hattur’ on my head, the next I would wear a ‘Velbloud’, instead.

Looking out the window, I was surprised to see that the usual view had been replaced by an alien landscape.

‘Monday’s have certainly taken a turn for the worse.’ I commented, to no one in particular.

‘True, that!’ came an unexpected reply from the little green man who had recently occupied the work station opposite.

I considered him for a moment – usually such a quiet worker, very efficient, great multi-tasking abilities – the extra arms certainly helped there.

I resumed my blue-sky thinking out of the window, where a tinge of green was just creeping in at one corner.

A brief introduction…

My first poem tonight may not set the room alight; but, it will set the tone for those poems that are to follow this one.

That poem was quite short; but, it could have been much, much longer – there’s a mercy for you – it may have been wrong; but, much more, and it would have been wronger.

Without the preceding words my second poem tonight would have been the first poem tonight, and it deserved better – if deserved awards.

And as for my third poem tonight, who knows where the second poem ended and the third began.

I don’t – and if anyone can… tell me…

But, should we really be talking, here, about rhetorical questions…? I’m open, to suggestions; but, not suggestive ones about you, me and a Rich Tea digestive – and I shall scream at a Custard Cream… dare you risk it?

Biscuit!

That was my first poem tonight – You may call it ‘Rubbish!’

I call it ‘Biscuit!’

It’s Kate with a K

not Kate with a G;

because Kate with a G is Gate!

Kate with a C on the other hand

is Cait or it may be short for Caitlin

I’ll just go and check, please wait.