you took the ferry without me
and didn’t talk about returning
separation, an indifferent sea
while my heart just kept on yearning
I couldn’t be with you
and sunshine didn’t comfort me
the way it used to do
as with you I longed to be
of course I knew that this was better
no future was there for our love
still I did hope for a letter
wishing you would care enough
I was sixteen, you three times my age
yes I know this was insanity, outrage
but you showed me I could trust
and what love is without lust
thank you for leaving me behind
it was not mean to do, but kind
entry for jingle thursday’s rally
I can’t download the awards, so a pic of them altogether is all I can do. Thanks Jingle 🙂
Nature renews itself each year
Spring is whispering sweet deceitful lies
As flowers pop up out of nowhere here
Making promises of eternal life
Still maybe my own end is near
Or is it just my midlife crisis that is haunting me?
Nature showing off with youth so dear
Meanwhile I am pulling out my first grey hair
Not feeling young at all
Is this my Spring or Fall?
entrry for Jingle Potluck
The tired houses leaning side by side
The rusty bicycle you always ride
The fisherman whose ship is work and pride
They all are home to me
The sand that’s blowing on the lonely beach
The waves that bring the shore a treasure each
The wrinkled hand that’s always there to reach
How that is home to me
The mother waiting on the windy pier
The cry of seagulls that are always here
The far away sons and the one who’s near
So much is home to me
The grandchild who’ll be born in fall
The silent men who’ve seen it all
The drunk man waiting for the final call
That all is home to me
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-potluck-color-spring-and-rainbow.html entry for jingle poetry potluck
Maghar1, fiveloaf, jingle, chimnese, a b thomas, Maiyata, becca, Scott Mitchell , Christine (Journey into poetry), Parry, D.E. Cummings and Thomas Davis have nominated me for /given me (not sure lol) the Versatile Blogger Award! So thank you very much! I have tried to find out what it is and who started it, but all I know so far is this:
The rules for this award:
The Rules to accept the award are as follows:
- Thank the person who awarded you and link back to them in your post.
- Tell 7 random facts about yourself.
- Pass the award on to 15 new found bloggers.
- Contact each blogger you want to pass the award onto and let them know you’ve done so, and let the giver of your award know you accept it.
Seven (7) Random Facts about me:
1. Hobby & Old stuff: I am fond of ships, old things and history, my hobby is Genealogy
2. Language: Have studied some Russian in my past, but I like the English language very much
3. Health: A bit of a mess at times with eyes going bad and mobility trouble but nothing really dangerously serious. I have gout (podagra) in my left foot now (I thought only grumpy old men got gout?) so I do a lot of resting at the moment
4. Pets: I love cats but presently have none due to husband who doesn’t want them anymore. Dogs: Cocker Spaniels are cute.
5. Family: I miss our youngest son who is an exchange student and staying in California for a Highschool year till end of June. Proud of all my 3 sons!
6. Travel: I live on Terschelling Island and am not really fond of big cities, though I have seen some beauties like Leningrad, Marrakech and Athens 🙂
7. Work: I write novels in Dutch for a living and have been doing so since July 1997
My nominations/ awards:
James Christopher Shepard
the old hack
I woud like to thank these people for nominating me for/ giving to me this award:
Journey into poetry>
Thomas Davis and Ethel
David Eric Cummings
During a trip to the mainland, that was all about meeting other parents of student exchange kids, we walked a lot, and I got pain in my feet. In one foot, the big toe, the pain stayed overnight, and my foot got swollen and red. A visit to a hospital seemed like a good idea, as my shoe didn’t fit anymore ( first time I walked on shoes with heels to prevent pain in the heel, doctors suggestion!) as I thought I might have broken something. The doc was very nice and happy, such an easy diagnosis. Gout. I have the gout. She gave me pills that made me dizzy. We skipped the castle we planned to see and drove back North, me with my foot on the dashboard 🙂 We did see son who lives three stairs up, no elevator. The short wheelchair experience to get me on the ferry made me realize how toddlers must feel, not knowing where they are being pushed to.
Gout. I always thought grumpy old men got it. Women my age seldom do. I googled and got scared of the diet that people with gout are supposed to follow. I am no fan of tomatoes.
This morning I saw my own doc and he said food has NOTHING to do with getting gout! Walking so much on the prescribed (by his colleague) heeled shoes on the other hand, could very well be the cause. I have to return in 2 weeks to see about purine in my blood.
I am giving my foot a rest and take my NSAID pills and hope it will be over soon. Gout is not funny, it is a sort of arthritis. To everyone who has it too: hugs!
It is not that I find it an elegant dance
and it sure is a cure for an aking romance
Still in my marriage I was never this loud
do the podagra polka, also known as the gout
one step ouch, two steps ouch, do it nice and real slow
and after your last ouch, make a deep bow.
Shall we give in to long lazy loving
Shall we give in to sun struck romance
Fingertop striking your face and your neck
Shall we dance
Let’s give in, shall we
Shall we give
And never look back
Let’s give in to staying in bed
Let’s give in to not getting dressed
Fingertop striking your neck and your chest
Let’s give in, shall we
Let us dance
Let us give
And give it a rest
So I sit here completely naked and cold
In front of this art class of men young and old
Trying hard not to feel awkward at all
I shiver a bit on the stool that’s too small
Hearing the pencils drawing my curves
I am smiling away what is left of my nerves
Someone is coughing, but no body speaks
A chair’s loudly moved and the door slightly shreeks
Alone with twenty four eyes watching me
From nine till eleven in my nudity
And then thank heaven it is time for their break
I secretly look what it is that they make
Twelve sheets of paper all showing my figure of speech:
Three cubics, two circles and a triangle each…