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The banality of life,
or boring to say,
be more creative.
Have a nice day.

Written for my beloved, 01/2018

A pot full of nails,
from the foot of a Newt,
brings new meaning to nourishment,
if you care and give a hoot.

The sound of an Owl,
as it calls out, "Who",
is another ingredient,
to make an abstract stew.

Think not of the living,
for they're in a loop,
for the cackle is an ingredient,
for a bizarre tasting soup.

Eye of a Newt,
Spam in a can,
will you eat again,
if that's who I am.

If you think all food,
comes in a glass jar,
then perhaps, you don't know,
where you are.

Back sliding into oblivion,
blackness eddies down,
into a slow spiral,
into, the barren ground.

I hadn't written as much
in over forty days,
since you went away.

I need to write
words to the page,
as it will keep my sanity,
as a new life, I engage.

This is the time we break from Winter's grasp.

When I write,
I'll write for you,
and all the things,
you help me do.

I'll write about children
and everything,
seeing what the children
always will bring.

Laughter, love
and sunshine too,
for me they bring
a smile, when I think of you.

A re-issue

Little shards of whiteness,
precludes Dawns early light,
through the reflections at
the end of a night's flight.

Silver the rays,
announcing a new Dawn,
as we blink away the sleep,
trying to stifle a large yawn.

Why am I sitting here,
not quite awake,
while words flow from my pen,
while sadness I forsake.

I think of you often,
since you went away,
and I'll always remember,
our last Holiday foray.

I miss you more,
when thinking of you,
as I'm trying to decide,
what I must now do.

Over 55 years ago,
I bought a new car,
for my second childhood,
I was told, near and far.

A Fiat 124, Spyder,
in French Blue.
A roadster, convertible,
dual exhaust too.

Under powered, but a
fun car to drive,
as it kept my youth,
in staying alive.

The thought of a garden,
springs into my head,
as it is time to get ready,
preparing a Spring bed.

New soil to place,
with Miracle-Gro, too,
there will be beautiful flowers,
and I will remember you.