At The Meat Chiller

October 18, 2018Life, poem, PoetryGuest poem, Life, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Own up folks, we’ve all done something like this at some point. As usual Glenys captures these moments so well:

On a busy morning at the
supermarket meat chiller
I studied shelves of
sausages, chops, mince
and shin meat on the bone.
I tried to slide right
to see the chicken packs, lamb
knuckles, corned beef brisket
but the person to my right
simply would not move.
I sidestepped along slightly crowding
but still they did not move.

I turned to say “Excuse me !”
and found myself facing my
reflection in the mirror
on the end section wall.

Previously posted June 2016

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Poem: Whale song

October 18, 2018art, philosophy, poem, Poetryart, philosophy, poem, poetry, whalesongThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

I send you my poetry
As the Sperm Whale sends her song out into the wide ocean
To listens for echoes, to hope for response

Her staccato clicks can be hunting for sustenance
But they also encode messages and love songs
Poems may sustain you or tell you a truth

Poem : Chossy

October 17, 2018PoetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

The slope is chossy here
unreliable underfoot
as were your words
of friendship, gestures
of affection.
Weepy with springs, the hill
subsides to a wooded valley.
I stride ahead
leaving you behind.

Poem : Winter Twilight

October 16, 2018beauty, poem, Poetrybeauty, poem, poetry, twilight, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

At the end of a long and busy day
The sky is dressed in lacy gray
With a sigh she dips her toes
Into a twilight of delicate rose

Boat on the beach — an Acrylic Painting

October 15, 2018art, Paintingacrylics, beach, boat, PaintingThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

I’ve been playing with acrylics, rather than my usual watercolours. I paint with a friend, and she is much more comfortable using acrylics.

Glass bottomed boat — poem from 2016

October 14, 2018Azores, beauty, poem, Poetryazores, beauty, boat, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

Swaying bobbing we peer through the hull
Eagle Rays swish beneath us chasing the unknown
Light glints on a startled shoal sashaying across the rocks
Gas bubbles up from volcanic clefts
Crabs glance sideways, looking for the main chance

The world within #poem #poetry

October 13, 2018astronomy, cosmology, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryastronomy, family, philosophy, poem, poetry, truthThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

We are the body electric
Our cells sense differences
In the electricities around us

We are multitudes
blood containing cells
from parents and children

And yes, children, we are stardust
billions of stars died three times over
to make our atoms

Poetry and wonder
is our very
existence

The Art of Living

October 10, 2018Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryart of living, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife aka Kim Whysall-Hammond

The art of living appears to be in accepting the inevitable
Negotiating a peace with oneself
Making a treaty with the world
And then becoming free to really live

First blogged in 2016.

“The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.”
― Bernard M. Baruch
From http://dailyinspiration.me/