“My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud” Henry Rollins
Optimistic
Sunshine on a winter’s day
The nature’s showing a halo
The cold and snow to fade
And soon, it will be May
Frosted
“Winter covers the world in crystal white magic” Carolyne Roehm
Frosted
Like icing on the cake
Frosting forms on the window
Where ever the wind cold blows
The fragile frozen flakes
Suddenly, without warning, appearing
Before once more disappearing
Shapes for the imagination
The nature’s true creation
Trying them to capture
Preserve for the future
Always fails
The only thing, which remains
Is a tall tale
Without any trail
Snow Too
“Minneapolis has two seasons: Road Removal and Snow Repair” Steven Brust
Snow Too
Last remnants of summer
Forgot it’s time for slumber
It’s way past September
Look it up in the calendar
It says: January
Snow
“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery” Bill Watterson
Snow
A fresh coat of snow
With a wintry glow
Life getting more slow
Just follow the flow
Even if you really
Don’t like snow
White
“I’m from Sweden, so I don’t enjoy winter at all; there’s nothing cute about it” Lykke Li
White
Oh winter, oh winter
Don’t think I am bitter
But to be honest
I wish you to be gone-st
I really loved you at first
Now I am dying of thirst
Of a summer that is
So hear me please
And be gone!
Manic Monday
“It’s just another Manic Monday” The Bangles
Manic Monday?
Is this another Manic Monday?
Or just another January Fun-day?
It’s six o’clock already, but I need to drive steady. The roads are iced and if I drive too fast, I will get sliced. As usual, after the weekend, Monday follows and so does the mania and the panic. Rushing here and rushing there. A never ending story of this writer’s life. Or does it apply to everyone?
Just when I thought it was safe to say, it’s going to be a peaceful day, all hell breaks loose. So who cooked the goose this time? All was fine, for a moment at least, but someone unleashed the beast. And yet again, another fire to fight! Ah this poor girl’s plight.
Several hours later, when once again, I have turned into a hater, of Mondays, the sun has come out to play! I’m secretely hoping it is here to stay! I rush out, leaving my gloves and coat behind. Never mind! The air is much warmer now. After all, only minus degrees of two, so what have I got to loose!
Reaching the seashore, the sunrise to score. Enjoying a few seconds, because the sun beckoned and then… it hits me. The coldest of winds, blowing in my face. Oh how I really hate… Winter!
Sunday on my mind
“I am always looking forward to Sunday” Gun Roswell
Sunday
sunday
the one day
i wish to stay
forever
but
already monday
rears its ugly head
wish any other weekday
would turn up instead
Cats-a-lot
“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud
Cats-a-lot
Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray
Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted
Serene Friday
“The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue” Salvatore Quasimodo
Serene Friday
Treasure
Peace, love, happiness and all good things
Because
You’ll never know, what curveballs life may bring
Give and Take for TBT
“In a deal, you give and take. You compromise. Then you grab the cash and catch the next train out of town” Irving Paul Lazar
Give and Take
I told you so, but you never listen!
A “conversation” between two people about everything and nothing as it may have happened.
“You are so thick headed aren’t you!”
“So I’m the one who is the bad guy again, huh?”
“Well you are. There is no arguing about that!”
“So you are blaming me about everything that has gone wrong?”
“Yes, what’s your point?”
“No point. It’s hilarious! You are hilarious!”
“So now you are saying I’m a joke? Is that it?”
“No, I said you must be joking.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“Then there must be something wrong with your hearing.”
“So now you are complaining about my ability to understand you!”
“No, I said you understand things in your own way.”
“Are you calling me stupid? If you are I will show you stupid…!”
“Good grief! Read my lips: You are stubborn!”
“Just because I hear and understand something differently than you, that makes me stubborn?”
“Potato, tomato!”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No.”
“It sure sounded like you were.”
“You heard me wrong then!”
“Again with the hearing! I am not deaf you know!”
“What was the point?”
“What point?”
“Why are we arguing?”
“I dunno. The weather is not so good today?”
“No it’s not. The forecast promised sunshine tomorrow though.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yep.”
“Yep.”
“Ok then!”
“Yep.”
Sometimes an argument is just that. The words are not important. The point of it is, there was no point to begin with. A bad day can cause feelings to run amuck. Venting with someone you trust and then forgetting about it is cathartic.
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