The Sun

The sun.

You rise.

I lift my face.

You shine.

I smile.

You glow.

I feel your warmth.

You radiate.

I have hope.

You glimmer.

I shimmer.

You set.

I sigh.

I wait for tomorrow.

Joining in with Sticky Fingers and the theme of the Sun for The Gallery.

Inch by inch

I normally crush and squeeze and tease my daily photos into some kind of theme at the end of the week.

But instead I am going to use this weeks photos as prompts for a little dedication to my wonderful, generous and loving Mr.

Inch by inch,

drop by drop,

step by step,

tile by tile,

crumb after crumb,

hand over hand upward,

till i get to where I need to be.

With you.

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Silver Quill Award

*opens trophy cupboard*
*clears a space*
*Places Silver Quill Award center front*
*beams with pride*

Thank you very much BlueBirdSunShine (who has a fabulous blog which you should visit) (and a fabulous blog name) who has bestowed upon me this rather splendid award.

In time honoured fashion I have a little speech prepared, cunningly disguised as the answers to the qualifying questions thus:

1. Do you prefer rhyming or non rhyming poetry?
I love the ping of my inbox.
It means that my readers care.
A lovely comment on my blog.
a comment compelled to share.


2. Favourite Shakespeare play?
"To be or not to be" he said,
but beyond that I forget.
Shakespeare's not my bag baby.
Should have read more I regret.

3. Favourite author?
Matilda, Charlie and James or
Tales of the Unexpected.
Can't get enough of Dahl's BFG.
Was Mrs Twit a detective?

4. What is your favourite music album?
The music round on any quiz
leaves me staring blankly.
But put Take That on a loop,
best clear the dance floor frankly.


5. Which colour do you most dislike?
Beige, greige, taupe or nude
leave me feeling meh.
Fading in doesn't cut it baby.
Be as bold as you dare.

 
6. Name a poem or song which makes you feel emotional.
It's wrong to get emotional
over a Snail and a Whale.
But Julia Donaldson
sure can tell a tale.

One is now obliged to nominate a bloggle of bloggers who are also worthy recipients of this award.
I nominate:

@Older_Mum
@mumoldersingle
@FromFunToMum

Have fun with it x

So glad and very

I got a dress.
I ripped the tag off in my haste to wear it.
I found the abandoned tag today on my dresser.
It had a promise about it.
A brown sealed envelope.
A colourful cord.
A mayfly charm.
I teased the envelope open not wanting to tear the paper.
Inside, a pure white doily edged paper.
A gift.

The gift of poetry and a friendship bracelet with love from White Stuff.

“

i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore
so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow
our can’ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door
we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so i”

—	e.e cummings

Thank you once again White Stuff for the beautiful limited edition dress I had the privilege to wear at the BiBs on Friday evening x

Disclosure: I asked and they said Yes. I was given a dress by White Stuff to wear to BritMums Live.

Book Title Poetry

You know when you happen to come across something on the interwebulator but can't for the life of you remember how on earth you got there? Well, that happened to me a week or 2 ago and I happened to fall upon (not literally I hasten to add) Janet Reid, Literary Agent.

She was running a little contest where you had to create a poem from the titles of books and then take a photo of the books you'd used. It really caught my attention and I quite literally dropped what I was doing and started scouring the shelves of my library (er, couple of book shelves actually).

Here is my entry which, I thought was rather good until I saw the quality of the other entrants:

A long way down

the road of love

more tales of the city

were burning bright.

A spot of bother

saw them

behaving badly.

One day

with nails sharpened

came the slap

Safe retreat with friends, lovers and chocolate

Just like the way we wore

the comfort of strangers

like a nice jumper.

Happy now

dead sexy

in the blue afternoon

women in love

are starting over.

There were something like 200 entrants so I'm not upset that I didn't win :-(

The winner's poem was amazing and you can look through all the entries and the winning poem on Janet Reid's blog.