As soon as I started a tale with a subordinating conjunction The insubordinate ones ran off, all noise and wild rambunction The coordinating conjunctions were nowhere to be found They’d left in perfect synchronicity, for that’s how they get around Yet is it really necessary to have so many junctions in this life? To write … Continue reading Bad Grammar
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The Day We Moved the Tank
The day we moved the hot water tank Marked the start of the week that we all stank The one that nearly broke the bank On the day we moved the hot water tank The taps ran dry but we were knee high In that watery stuff as my tears did gush, adding to the … Continue reading The Day We Moved the Tank
All you need
It’s not about the money It doesn’t grow on trees It doesn’t drift by in the breeze like crumpled fallen leaves What if wealth was in the stillness of days that float on by What if riches were the smiles of strangers passing by What if security was found In the warmness of a hug … Continue reading All you need
Yogi Yoda
Our children are our teachers, mirrors deep as the sea Each trigger a new learning point, pushed relentlessly Lessons learned the hard way on the messy path to growth No route free of worry or strife, I’ve made my peace with both But the love they bring is infinite, burning brighter than the stars Unlocking … Continue reading Yogi Yoda
Bake Off
Four and twenty blackbirds were baked into a pie But one escaped this wicked fate and soared into the sky Felt freedom touch her wingtips in the rushing of the air Four and twenty heartaches tinged her lightness with despair Time passed by and she became exhausted by her grief Made a resolute decision to … Continue reading Bake Off
What if?
The feeling is subliminal Pervasive in the minimal Worming in Squirming in to the spaces we can’t see it all A broken record sings its song But it’s played its tune for far too long Crying wolf Crying wolf The mangled tune plays on and on Conscripted to the ranks of this invisible war Platitudes … Continue reading What if?
The Wilding of the Shrew
Living outside the box was hard for the shrew to do She’d stayed safe in her corner of leaves so long it was all the world she knew She hadn’t ventured far from home, to forage or explore All she needed was within easy reach, so why should she long for more? Yet the Wind … Continue reading The Wilding of the Shrew
Pothole Man
Sometimes he digs a holeSometimes he fills it inSometimes he mends the cracks that creep unseen til the road caves inIike any well versed fixer you don’t notice he’s been there but the ground feels a little less bumpy beneath his maintenance and careSome say he isn’t real if you can’t see him at his … Continue reading Pothole Man
Writing Is For Me
I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now The thing about this … Continue reading Writing Is For Me
The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
The Black Hole gaped in the ether, maw stretched open wide sucking the Earth towards its depths with a hunger unsatisfied the people below ran screaming, but there was nowhere they could hide even NASA couldn’t solve this one, though all its best scientists tried But there was a school hidden in the valleys, nestled … Continue reading The Black Hole, The Earth and The Spirited Kids
Rae Cod’s Writing 