Amicable
By skinner_jennifer
- 2016 reads
Don't speak until now of pretend fairies among tangled weeds...
or artificial girl who swings endlessly on chilly breeze,
do I care that whimsical cats aimlessly strut our path?
No! Except of course when birds are feeding...
those tits in elegance of yellow and blue,
each one darting this way and that;
nut feeder their bulls eye – they've never missed yet.
Don't protest at whiff of neighbouring bonfire,
but for inconvenience when on windy day,
whirl of line rotating – washing dancing like crazy dry.
I saunter to where arthritic branches wither,
glad when pouring rain drives every clue of smoke away,
I'll be amicable as spring decides when to release itself
from winter's slumbering way.
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This works really well, Jenny
This works really well, Jenny. Some lovely images - particularly liked those arthritic branches - and something that we should all be aiming for as this new year gathers momentum.
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winter may be slumbering, but
winter may be slumbering, but you're on song Jenny.
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I like this, first gardening
I like this, first gardening poem of the year. And that it finishes on an up note. It has a lovely gentle feel to it, too.
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Hi,
Hi,
This seems a bit different for you, Jenny, a bit quirky, but it really works well. Much enjoyed !!!
Hilary
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Dear Jenny, what attracted my
Dear Jenny, what attracted my attention to this beautiful poem was the title. The word is not ordinarily used as far as I can see but I like it in preference to the usual 'friendly'.
I found your verses absolutely delightful and a pleasure to read.
Luigi xx
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