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A Poem, A Poppy and A New Outfit

The following poem came to me the other day and so clearly expressed the joy of ‘gathering’ treasures along the way.

Something snapped the head off one of our glorious red frilly poppies still in bud but with the outer skin just opening. I put it in Mum’s green glass and over two days it has opened up beautifully.

ClothKitty now has some shorts and a sun hat.

 

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A Poem, Blue Muffins and A Poppy

I heard Jackie Kay on Radio 4 this afternoon and learned about the inspiration for writing one of her poems.  She had heard that from 2017 babies born in Scotland were to get a cardboard box containing mattress, sheets, clothes – all a new born might need. She wrote to the government to suggest that there should be a poem in the box and they said ‘Yes!’  So, she wrote the  poem ‘Welcome wee one’.  She spoke of how new Mums would see her on the street, thank her for the poem and ask for selfies.  I think this is brilliant.

This afternoon I have made some Blueberry Muffins and yes, they are really blue!

Every day we have another poppy.

 

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Purple and White, Gold and A Poem

The Aliums and Poppies are blooming together as designed. That colour scheme doesn’t always work as my attempt at the same colours with tulips showed in the Spring.

Our rose is giving us bloom after bloom and has such a lovely old fashioned rose scent. Does anyone else remember collecting the petals of roses and trying to make perfume? It always ended up as a rather gruesome mixture both in looks and smell!

Today I have sorted the place where I put cuttings and bits of paper that I want to keep for some reason. I’m not sure when I cut this rather lovely and very touching poem out of the paper. It’s by Christopher Reid who was the Costa Book of the Year winner in 2009 and was the Saturday Poem in The Guardian sometime in 2010.

 

 

Some Poppies and A Pastiche

A pot-full of various poppies has flowered and is lovely.

Michael  Rosen has written a pastiche of Lewis Carroll’s poem, Jabberwocky, a longtime favourite and we love it! It takes the mickey out of recent events in UK politics concerning a video, an affair and a resignation

This came to me via a tweet and some final letters are missing but I hope they don’t spoil your enjoyment.

 

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Winter Pansies, A Poem and A Song

We’ve had heavy rain all day but the border outside the kitchen is still bright and colourful. The Winter Flowering Pansies just go on and on! Perhaps that tells you something about our temperatures this Spring and Summer.

Taken through a rainy window

I listened to BBC Radio 4’s Poetry Please this afternoon and heard a young poet talking. She is Cecilia Knapp and she is the The Young People’s Laureate for London. Her choices were very pleasing and I particularly like one  by another poet new to me, Caroline Bird. I loved this one, Checkout, that she chose and will seek out more by this poet and those by Cecilia Knapp. What a lovely gentle sense of humour and expression of love is shown in this one. .

Another poem Cecilia Knapp chose was Crossing the Bar by Tennyson. We sing a beautiful version of this with The Ingleheart Singers. Here is just one verse.

 

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A Rose, A Word and A Poem

We have brought in one of our roses which was beaten down by yesterday’s wild weather. It smells glorious and looks lovely in a piece of Mum’s green glass.

For all my fellow logophiles, here is a wonderful word that came my way today.

Brian Bilston, a poet whose works I really enjoy, has given me permission to share this one with you today. I love the imagination which took me on a walk through our favourite independent bookshop in Penzance.Thank you, Brian. This is magical.

 

 
 

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Dylan Thomas, Wisteria and A Car

It’s International Dylan Thomas Day and Daughter no 2 thoughtfully sent me this video, knowing how I love the works of Dylan Thomas. I also love Michael Sheen’s work so it couldn’t be better. What a delivery!

We had another lovely outdoor breakfast with friends this morning  with warm sunshine and a beautiful view –  such a tonic – and on the way back to our cars saw this fabulous Wisteria.

We stopped briefly In Truro to do some more book shopping and were amused by this parked car.

 

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The Causeway, Active April and A Poem

I enjoyed this that turned up this morning:

“In readiness for the Easter holidays and an influx of visitors, St Michael’s Mount has implemented radical new social distancing measures.Creating a one way system for those visiting the attraction, the ‘Coming Back Causeway’ has been built to ease congestion, and opens to the public today, Thursday April 1st.
Speaking at the opening ceremony this morning, Marizion parish councillor Mike Mount praised Cormac, saying: “The Coming Back Causeway, which looks almost identical to the original causeway, has been built with such efficiency that hardly anyone saw it happening.”  Mr Mount added: “A one-way system on the original causeway was trialed last summer, but was later abandoned after it emerged that visitors could not return from the island.”

Photo by Photojournalist Greg Martin

I like to pass on the Action for Happiness calendar each month. You can find more details here.

A kind friend dropped in some poems for me this afternoon. Here is one of them, new to me but by one of my favourite poets, Billy Collins, an American poet we once saw live in South Yorkshire. It is just one sentence  and I love it. I hope you do too.  Thank you very much, M.

Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.
We threw open the windows this morning while having breakfast and listened to the bird song instead of the radio. Bliss.
 

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Two Days to Note and Spring Flowers

I’m marking two special days today, World Down Syndrome Day  and International Poetry Day with a poem about the Human Family from a poet I admire greatly, Maya Angelou. You’ll find more of her poems here if you put her name in the search bar. This post and poem are for my friends, R,T and their wonderful little boy, A. You can read more about them here.

Human Family by Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

There are Primroses everywhere in Cornwall in Spring and the Violets are just beginning to show.

For my cousin, Wendy

 

 

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Friendship, Books and A Covid Poem

A friend called by today to return a book I lent her recently, The Binding by Bridget Collins, such an intriguing tale which had captured H’s imagination as it did mine.   It is so lovely to see a real person at the door, especially another Book Lover,  and to exchange both some chat and another couple of books. 

One of my American Blogger friends, Nancy, posted the following poem and so much of it rang true for me and maybe for you too. Just to say, my friend, Ute, is feeling much better so thank you for keeping her in your hearts.

COVID IS RAGING . . . MY LIFE IS A MESS
I LIVE IN PAJAMAS AND DON’T HAVE TO DRESS

I’M IN ISOLATION, JUST STAYING AT HOME
AND WOULD GIVE MY LAST DOLLAR TO BE FREE TO ROAM

I’M SERIOUSLY AT RISK (OR THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY)
TELLING ME TO STAY IN AND NOT GO OUT EACH DAY

IN MY HEAD I’M SO YOUNG THOUGH MY LICENSE REVEALS
I’M A 70-PLUS SENIOR (BUT THAT’S NOT HOW IT FEELS!)

WHEN I RUN OUT OF FOOD AND DELIVERIES ARE LATE
I HAVE TO BUY GROCERIES BETWEEN 7 AND 8

SO EARLY MORNING I HEAD OUT TO RESTOCK
AND DISCOVER A LINE WINDING ‘ROUND THE BLOCK

SOCIAL DISTANCING SENIORS ALL 6 FEET APART
MAKE ME WONDER WHEN I BECAME AN OLD FART

MY LATEST NEW OUTFIT IS GLOVES AND A MASK
AND I’M STARTING TO WONDER IF I’M UP TO THIS TASK

I WASH ALL MY GROCERIES ALL FRUIT, MEAT AND VEG
WILL THIS ADDITIONAL PRECAUTION TIP ME OVER THE EDGE?

MY BEAUTIFUL BROWN HAIR HAS WIDE ROOTS OF GREY
NO HAIRDRESSERS AROUND TO HELP WASH THEM AWAY

I’VE BEEN TALKING TO MYSELF & ANSWERING BACK
IS IT MONDAY OR FRIDAY? I’VE REALLY LOST TRACK

I’VE STOPPED KEEPING HOUSE
IT’S WEEKS SINCE I’VE DUSTED
AND I KNOW WITHOUT VISITORS
I’LL NEVER GET BUSTED

I FACETIME FRIENDS OR GROUP CHAT ON ZOOM
AND TRY TO PRETEND WE’RE ALL IN THE SAME ROOM

THANK GOD LIQUOR STORES ARE CONSIDERED ‘ESSENTIAL’
WITHOUT DAILY DRINKS THIS WOULD DRIVE US ALL MENTAL

EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE IT IS GOOD TO REFLECT
ON WHAT THIS ALL MEANS AND WHAT WE CAN EXPECT

IT’S A TIME TO BE GRATEFUL FOR ALL THAT WE’VE GOT
LIKE A WARM HOUSE AND FOOD THAT OTHERS HAVE NOT

THE BOTTOM LINE HERE
BY THE TIME THIS ALL ENDS
IS THAT WE’LL GET THROUGH IT
WITH OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS

 

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2021 in friendship, Humour, poetry, Postaday2021

 

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