Sipping Your Health

I’ll drink your health in coffee at the sunrise

While Nature paints with streaks of grey and blue

Shades of light appearing from the night skies

Rest and sip and think of all to do.

Slowly, as the dawn trails, fingers skyline,

Dabbing daylight daubs, alerting birds,

Listen, think and sip and feeling quite fine,

Silent plans in head, unspoken words.

Reflected glow in windows as the sun wakes,

Bright without and brighter here within,

Sip and think and write and bid your health at daybreak

Good morning, world, a brand new day begins.

Please, Miss…..it was the Guinness…

I’m not up to date with my writing and blogging because…

..the dog ate my homework

…my wee sister ripped up my jotter…

…some sheep put me off my stride…

 

…I was hypnotised by an evil witch and forgot…

…I was in a cottage with some wee people  and this old woman stopped in passing and made me eat a bit of an apple that was infected by an amnesia serum and it was just so peaceful…

an old hippy invaded my brain…

…an old hippy did invade my brain…

 

…and I’ve been in a semi-automatic state of meditation…

…contemplating tracks…

.. at the beach…

…and I couldn’t be bothered so I just read books instead…

…I had to work out some cloud formations…

…and there were some views I had to check out…

…a beautiful church I had to explore and photograph…

…I had to  climb a few mountains  sit at the bottom of some mountains admiring the view, reading and drawing, while my husband ran up and down them…

…I had to pretend to keep an eye on the kids while my husband stared into space did his own contemplating and played at caveman built a few fires…

 

When I returned from holiday, someone had eaten every morsel of food in the house except for some mouldy cheese and festering tomatoes  and I had to spend days stocking up…

… I’ve been catching up blethering  with friends and family I haven’t seen in a while…

…my laptop’s been playing silly buggers  freezing constantly and I had to save it from the blue screen of death…and it’s taken me ages!…

…Mrs Muse came on holiday with me and she missed the return ferry but may be back soon and decided to stay on supping Guinness, which, by the way, is the best I’ve she’s ever tasted……

…I took photographs of my homework instead…

…and drew a bit…

…I had to go out and trail round the shops doing school uniform buying… no, wait, that was a dream…

…I’ve still to trail round the shops doing school uniform buying…

…I’ve been watching the Commonwealth Games…

….Wait a minute….

I’M the teacher…no excuses… just chilled to the point of comatose!…

Still to do those feckin’ uniforms though and only a week left before school….

but like the Guinness, I’m not bitter…

My haze is lifting…I think…so back to normal fairly soon. Maybe.

 

 Slainte!

 

Extracting

Extractions hurt. We know it.

Even lignocaine

Cannot completely obviate

The sense of searing pain.

 

Communication’s difficult.

We know this truth as well.

No anaesthetic, analgesic

To help your truth to tell.

 

For some, it’s just too painful

A hardship to reveal

What they think or may believe,

Even what they feel.

 

Some struggle with this facet

Of a person’s character.

Like guessing at a game,

Charades for him or her.

 

There’s always some new method

Of extracting what is worth

Being said or spoken of.

Sometimes silence is a curse.

 

What is thought is guessed at

But that’s another game,

Communication’s worth its weight

While hidden feels like shame.

Reflect and Edit

I’ve tried to be more quiet.

Don’t laugh! It’s all quite true.

I try to hold my tongue at times

And let thoughts ponder and accrue.

 

But once I’m done, God help me,

I must here just confess,

You get the lot, spilled out like guts,

Uncensored written mess.

 

At times like these, I can’t conceive

Why I have ink in pen.

Reflect and maybe edit,

Before writing once again?

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