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This week over on Weekly Prompts, the Weekend challenge is; Oddities. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on this link… >> >>https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/09/26/weekend-challenge-oddities/. During the week I was live video-online chatting to my cousin from Bensalem, an outer suburb of Philadelphia, and “oddly” she was excitedly talking out her “Ladybug Farm Kit”, and how she going to be proud owner of newly born/hatched little ladybugs !!… She enthusiastically sent me photos of her new “little pets”. I’m smiling broadly to myself, and I told her “your quaint little oddity, has inspired me write an odd little poem about the ladybugs”….
A Ladybug Flies in From Bensalem
A scarlet caped ladybug
Lands on my sleeve and gently shrugs
Resting there, snug as a bug on a rug
And honouring me with love and soft hugs
Nature’s tiniest of goddesses
Who fans us with butterfly kisses
Quietly sharing good fortune and best wishes
Then silently flittering away to the next Hibiscus
I originally wrote this piece in 2012, and then posted it here on my WordPress site in June 2017, and in December 2017, I was fortunate enough to have this poem published by the ‘Vita Brevis Magazine’, and I thoroughly recommend to all my readers and followers, to visit and support this superb Poetry Magazine, >> https://vitabrevisliterature.com/vita-brevis-poetry/
Gaea’s translucent words, touches the air we breath
Captivating lyrics, within the whispering trees
Old lines drawn in the sand
May be erased by forgiving hands
Time deflects in the end
Time rewinds and amends
Love is the world’s mystical lotion
Love is an empty hearts’ bohemian
Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist. He has had numerous poems published in on-line magazines. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc., and recently Ivor was appointed to the ‘Go Dog Go Cafe’s’ writing team, as one their new Baristas.
G’day dear readers, today I’m celebrating !! It’s exactly “20” years since I suffered my first stroke…. And HERE I am, another “2” strokes later, still alive and kicking goals….. Below is my poem I wrote only a few years ago, to try and explain the pain and trauma I was feeling at the time of my first stroke…. Some of you have seen/read this piece before, but to celebrate my recovery, I’m presenting this poem again, and hopefully promote what I think is the essence of life – “How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist”.
Who’s Left to Row the Boat
The storms are too many to count
Emotional lows had weathered me out
Her journey with MS was a struggle
How much lower could our lives sink
After fourteen years of our battles, I suffered a Stroke
An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat
Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken
I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting
I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking
She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying
And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking
I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping
I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted
My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted