Above the city
in sleepy-headed Spring morn’
birdsong, air force jets
n.b. You would have thought the North Sea was room enough to play in. Why don’t you fly off out there and look for Russian naval ships?
And now the car park curator with the leaf blower. Merde! I can barely hear the jets I was moaning about. What is wrong with using a yard brush with its regular, human rhythm, the sound of birch twigs sweeping a granular surface, jointly calming and healthy exercise?
n.n.b. I miscounted the days. This is Day 47. Thanks for your understanding y’all x
Game of Truth or Dare!
Which is the most frightening?
Dare to be honest
If I put it all
on the hope of winning you
when would the wheel stop?
n.b. There is much sensible advice to hand for gamblers. For example: when the fun stops, stop; only bet what you can afford to lose.
What if you never take a chance? What do you win then? Do you stick, play safe, stay home and make the best of what you have got?
Life is a journey where “the highway is for gamblers.” *
There is neither wrong nor right in this. It’s your choice how to play.
*from Bob Dylan’s ‘It’s All Over Now,Baby Blue’
Doctors and nurses?
Imagine who you might be!
Adults can play too.
As children we played
It, British Bulldog and Kiss Chase
until told not to.
n.b. See the power of words?