Thursday, October 18, 2018

A Poem for Thursday -- October Wind

 
October Wind 

October wind swirling 
Leaves, red yellow and brown 
Valiant, colour classic 
They try to follow wind 
.
Despair displayed they fall 
Plunging, gutter awaits 
Branches cry, murmuring 
Not what they were born for 
.
Comes new day new tenants 
Little girls with dried sticks 
Write notes in the gravel 
Here lie trees' brave soldiers 
Their struggle not in vain 
Winter home for squirrels 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/get-listed-october-edition.html?m=1  -
The writer (me) was to use four of these words, I chose five:
  • lucid                    fiery                  twilight               silhouette                     despair
  • touch                   plunge                frost                   goldcrest                      wind
  • sleep                   colour                 aspect                murmuring                   coffee
  • gravel                  leaf                    october                branch                          notes

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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

an unusual Fish Story, true I say


Betsy lives in a tree

My fish lives in a tree
Not the way I would choose
She's a mind of her own
Tell you about my fish

Her name is Betsy Dear
Gave to me by Kellie
my youngest granddaughter
Betsy was hers at first

Misses and she found her
In the pet store down there
at the end of our street
Shiny black Betta fish

Fairly cheap she came here
Betta fish are two or three
or five or ten dollars
Class you buy high or low

At first she had no tree
and slept in her sand box
Kind Misses bought her one
A small tree just her own

She sleeps and swims around
All day long doing that
Come morn I lift her hood
She stays in the tree

Lingers, finish her dream
Is she dead or alive
Soon she comes for her food
Breakfast Ala Água

Why does Betsy live here
It's her home and her tree
Over "there" with Kellie 
There's allergy to fish 

And her little secret
It's between her and me 

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 - Photos [click on one to make it larger] and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - When I write in First Person hardly any of my poems are entirely true, generally they have some embellishment of facts all the way to being entirely fiction.  This one however, is entirely true except for our granddaughter's name.  On my blogs she is generally KP.
 - Betsy is in a small aquarium which I just cleaned yesterday, that is done once a week or more often.  The little people are antique Fisher Price "little people" that came with a toy.  Across the pond is another fellow from a MacDonald's Happy Meal, an orange haired fellow driving a ride his water vehicle of sorts.  Betsy spends time visiting with them but now she spends more time in her tree than visiting.
 - How to Play with Your Betta, a Betta Blogger post.


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