Grant me my day

Grant me my day.
Bestow your omnipotent blessing
On this frailest of frames,
Dipping and diving, 
Defiantly elastic, 
A ferocity of fluidity
In alien aqueousness. 

Grant me my day.
To envelop my kin with love,
Kiss their salt cheeks, 
Gaze into their pellucid pools
All seeing soothsayers,
Channelling their future, 
Broad avenues to their past.

Grant me my dark.
Consent to cushioned comfort,
The consequent closure of my eyes, 
Cessation of terrestrial triviality. 
I plead etherial continuation
In unplumbed precincts.
Grant me new days.


Today reading Salvatore Quasimodo with the real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca , I was inspired to think about what I would do with my last day. This was the result.

Have a lovely day folks.

Sea View

Boney bum shuffle
Pebble padded sea sprayed pew
A room with a view



A Haiku written to remind me of the hours I have spent sitting on the pebbles on Brighton beach, England.

Limerick

Reading of the Limerick


There once was a boy from New York
Especially fond of roast pork
He sat by the fire
To his mother's great ire
And banged on the floor with a fork

An unsuccessful attempt at Twitter poetry, 1 character over, sorry. Joining with Imaginary garden with real toads. 
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca

Our river

Immortal river 
Still pools and white crested waves
How have I known you?


A haiku to share with dverse at http://dversepoets.com

Zürich tramps

Fair-weather tramps are these,
Rarely seen  in cold or wet or breeze.
I wonder where they go on days
When snow around our ankles plays?
I like to think them nice and warm
Not enduring life's rain or storm,
Nor lying on some frozen bench
Like an impoverished homeless "mensch"
But living comfy in their homes
With parents who are Zürich's gnomes.
Mutti fussing round their food 
Und moustachioed Vati in fine mood.
But then, the matter of their doggies
Zürich gnomes don't have such moggies.
Mutti walks a dog of class
To demonstrate good Vati's brass
So back to undetermined dogs on strings
I wonder where they find such things
And what becomes of them on days
That snow around our ankles plays?

Open link monday at Imaginary garden with real toads http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca

Sharing with dverse open link night 
http://dversepoets.com

Tree baby

I saved you
From that culling blade
In my friend's hand.
I smuggled you
From that dappled glade 
In that hostile land.
I moved you
To your sundrenched home,
Your new resting place.
I nourished you
In rich, dark loam,
Sun on your face.
I watched you.
Your shoots grow tall
With statuesque power.
I loved you
Winter, spring, summer, fall,
Seven years, no rewarding flower.
I spurned you.
Let the rain rain,
Let the sun shine.
You surprised me.
Spring came round again
A bloom, a sign.
You mocked me,
Mocked my age
My fertility, ironic.
You saved me
From a dark cage
From myself, a tonic.


Sharing with Björn on dverse and his tree prompt http://dversepoets.com
And
The lovely people at Poets United, for Poetry Pantry http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk

Fridge

My dearest little fridgy
There are some things in life
That only friends will say
And that my dear is what
I've come to do today. 

Oh loveliest of fridges
My true and loyal friend. 
Now please don't take this wrong
But all around this house
Is the most revolting pong. 

Sweetest of all fridges
"What's that to me? " You ask. 
Well, I'll tell you in a jiffy
You know that smell I talked about?
It's you, you're very whiffy.

So my darling fridgy
I've assembled the equipment
And I know you're very posh
But I'm striping you quite naked
And you're going to have a wash. 

Most marvellous of fridges
All gleaming, sparkling clean. 
Look how beautiful you are.
You smell as fresh as daisies
Meine Liebling, you're a star!


Words of encouragement to my fridge.  Written in five minutes for the five minute challenge on http://lisajobaker.com

Inspired by the poetryjam prompt "refrigerate" http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk