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Saturday, May 23, 2020

MAY DAYS of FUN....Day Twenty-three



Today is Saturday and I’m up early.  I think about repeating my childhood thing and have cold cereal and watch cartoons.  I did this a few weeks ago.  It was fun to do.  With not any place special to go, I can’t see why I’m up so early these days.  
The first poem just came to me after seeing a squirrel the other day. No idea why it was in a hurry and for some reason this came to mind about a love that ended quickly; I had the voice of the piece having taken back and forgiven the man before but deciding whether this time she will.  As in a few other pieces I composed it’s up to the reader to make that decision on how they would like the piece to end.  The other piece conveys an individual unable to speak their mind.  They are garbling words not getting the point across.  It could be how many have a hard time expressing feelings.  The best advice is to think about what you want to say; convey your true feelings and come clean.  In a way this piece can go hand in hand with the other; if you see it that way. 
Odd how times I have trouble with writers block but other times things pop in my head. 
Maybe these early morning wake-ups are good for me. 
Until next time....enjoy your Saturday.  I know I will at least for a few hours while I have my cereal and watch cartoons.  Yes coffee is always a must. 

Day 23....DAILY REFLECTIONS 


Up and about early....don’t ask why....I have 
        no clue
But I think again I’ll repeat my Saturday    
       from a few weeks ago....I’ll be a kid 
       again....cold cereal....watch cartoons
             on tv
Thank goodness I get the Boomerang 
       channel....Bugs, Daffy, Sylvester and     
       Tweety....Tom and Jerry....my morning is 
           all

Day 23 Poem

                NOT a CHANCE                 
             ©  Scottie-ann Murphy 

I watched a squirrel scurry up a tree
Wondering why it’s hurrying so fast
Thought about how you left me so quickly
And memories from my long ago past

A rainy day in the old lake cottage 
We sat listening to music on the radio
An inside picnic we were forced to enjoy
Since the storm canceled plans on the patio

Oh how like the scurrying squirrel 
You hurried right out of my life 
Needing space is what you said to me
Leaving me in a world full of strife 

But now you’re back in my sphere again
Wanting to renew what we once had
This should make me overly happy
And I really should be extremely glad 

Do I want to give you my heart once more?
Do I feel I could trust you to stay?
The thoughts tumble around in my mind
I am uncertain just what I should say

So I guess like the scurrying squirrel 
I should hurry to give you my true feelings
Took you back once, then did it twice
Well three times is not very appealing


                SPEAKING CLEARLY 
            ©   Scottie-ann Murphy

Words.....words....garbled words is all I hear
      Blah..blah..blah..blah..blah
I don’t really understand what you’re trying 
           to convey 
Talking around in circles you are
Just take a moment to collect your    
      thoughts
Then try again to speak coherently 
Thought out words are much easier to get 
       the point across
Tell it like it is....true feelings spoken 
      better than a pack of lies 











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