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Winter reborn – Happy New Year

Inktober Snowman - copyright Tina Cousins 2016

Inktober Snowman – copyright Tina Cousins 2016

Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun

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Peaches and Cream poem

Peaches and cream
What a dream
On a hot and summery day
The taste of heaven in a bowl
Be careful the angels don’t take it away!

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A peach

A ball of burnt orange and red felt is clasped within my hands, I can smell its fragrance it taunts me to take a bite, I feel obliged. Slowly I bite the over ripe fruit and the juice trickles down my chin, drenching my white blouse but I do not care, for the moment and those moments after is sheer heavenly bliss.

The ball of felt has teased all of my senses, the furriness caresses my lips, and the fruit is tangy, watery and cool on my tongue and in my mouth, the fragrance appetizing, alluring, and enveloping and the sight soul clenching.

A slight embarrassment takes me over as I hear the lapping of the juices around my mouth, a little laughter of my friends who’ve noted my secret pleasure with the summer snack, abashed I take a napkin and wipe myself clean, that fruit was simply, perfectly supreme.

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Summer love

Sunflowers blooming under summer skies

I wonder when she will die

Love is gold and gold is here

I see her face and her hair

And I’ll kiss her little lips when I’m there in her arms

I am holding on, holding on to this charm

I will survive and I will come through

You’re an angel and I know you’ll come back to me each year

Then I’ll know again, that I can be free

But summer time is too far away from me

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Fried brains anyone?

Ah so this hot weather we’re having here in the UK has determined whether or not I am fit for Californian life or not, I am not; this heat makes my brain go fuzzy and I’ve not done anything remotely creative all week, two weeks of work lag and all I can think about is place names in my story – nothing more and nothing less.

Thankfully I live in the West Midlands where the weather is balanced in comparison to other places in England, in my opinion.  This weather is unlikely to last another week, but in case it does I may have to try and buck my ideas up and start writing whether I can think or not, whether I am turning out crap or not; because, in a word, not writing is killing me, OK that was more than one word but as I said my brain is fried.

My reading pile has increased since this hot weather set in, but instead of reading the masses of books that’s piling up around me, I am sitting and staring at them and trying to give myself leverage for two or three hours before finally picking up a book, reading three pages and then falling asleep.

I get heat stroke so easily and with my other health problems it’s not very nice to me.  Though this sunshine makes life less painful, it also makes me shockingly tired, why is my body so awkward?

On a good note I don’t eat much during this weather and I have lost 9llbs in a fortnight.

 

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Emotional fluxes

There are seasons in my heart the world has not yet known

A season of rain and a season of sunshine and a season of snow

Different to spring, summer and winter

These are my fluxes of emotion

Though it may sound overblown

But each day you can’t tell, which season I am in

Let’s just hope it’s a sunny one and let’s hope fun begins

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Lemonade

I feel the tingly burn when I sip the bitter sweet flavor of lemonade on my lips

I feel the rumbling churn as it makes its way into my stomach

Then I burp

A self-satisfactory burp, that makes me smile because it’s summer

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BBQ knees up

 A slice of lemon

A splash of water

Fill the cup with ice

Sitting in the garden

Feeling the warmth of the sun

Isn’t this all nice?

 

Little slices of cucumber, covering each eye

Lie back in the sun and hope summer never dies

 

Hearing children playing

Hear them in the water splash

Hoping that they’re happy

As summer is over in a flash

 

Read your favorite magazine

Put your feet right up

Your husband’s doing the dinner

A BBQ knees up

 

 

 

 

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Oh Summer

The summer brings freshness to the air around us

A warm breeze that gets into the bones warming our insides and feeding us with drops of the sun

The rustle of the trees around me sing a tune of ancient songs

I am in love with this place

My love for it is strong

Oh summer, to deny me of your presence, is wrong

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WOBP writing prompt – color = BROWN

From the writing prompt suggestion given by Sara Comte, Writing on banana peels http://writingonbananapeels.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/writing-prompt-stories-of-color/

Here is my poem about the color brown.

BROWN

Brown leaves crushed under my foot

Warm weather slowly fading

This is how I know summer is cascading

The woodland trees are going bare after flicking from red to brown

There’s coolness in the air and crunchiness to the ground

Oh soon it will be winter, where nothing shines like bronze

Oh how I love dear autumn the next one feels aeons

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