Idle Dreams

Those moments that I have, for idle dream
I try not to spend, in what might have been
Might have been, can’t come again
I must imagine future new, or just condemn
Myself to running on the wheel
Picking at wounds that just won’t heal
Cherishing memories is great
Learning from the past, the great debate
My idle dreams can help me merge, my various forms and recreate
Visions of the future, shaken and stirred
The child inside, the femme fatal, the carer, the cook, all part of this herd
My fantasies can take me away from the angst of a dreadful day
Make me smile , people my future days, where new aspirations sway
Or maybe I can just escape into  a little space in time
Merge all my selves, have time sublime
Act a scene with Cary Grant, private jet to the South of France
Finding a treasure in a search, ride my magic carpet, dance and romance
Who knows what my idle dreams will be
Daydreaming happy dreams can’t you see? :)😴

Sunset

Sunset
Watching the sun dip below the horizon
Ingots of flaming red are flooding the sky
Lavender,Magenta and Indigo coalasce into a volcano of colour
Lighting our world with wonder and glory
Imagine diving deep in that pool of glorious technicolour
Absorbing the energy transmuting it into an estcsay of feeling
Motivating the joy of life and living.

I could be Janus

​I am fantasy, I am reality 

I am dream, I am grounded

I am light, I am dark

I am humble, I am vanity

I am certainty, I am doubted

I am the opposite, I am the counterpart

I am happiness, I am sadness

I am the humanity, I am individuality

I could be Janus

Can I be the balance? 

Flash Fiction?? Chosing actions.

​Jayne is seething ,so angry, she finds herself muttering about the unfairness of life. Standing in the queue for the checkout, the person in front of her,has two unpriced items and the checkout assistant is taking forever.  She is chatting to the other customer and ignoring the  goods still to be scanned. 

‘Oh get on with it, stop piddling about.’

‘For heavens sake I am in a hurry.’

‘GET ON WITH IT!’

‘That gurl is just so bad at her job!’

The thoughts spin round in Jayne’s brain, her face is flushed and she is tapping her hands on her trolley. By the time she gets to the front of the queue she is frustrated, unable to be pleasant to the assistant and nearly hits a trolley as she reverses out of the parking space. 
Jayne choose to go with her gut reaction, to the setback in the queue and this has left her frustrated and irritable. 
Jayne is standing in the queue at the checkout, the queue is moving slowly and Jayne was hoping for a speedy exit. Looking at the hold up, she sees the checkout assistant chatting to her customer and scanning items extremely slowly. She grimaces and feels herself becoming annoyed. As the feeling of irritation makes its way into her consciousness, she thinks about how she is reacting to the slow movements. Jayne realises she is becoming angry about an issue outside her control and so considers what she can do with the enforced  lull in her busy day. 

She spends a few minutes centering  herself and then picks up her phone and checks her messages. When she leaves the supermarket she is feeling relaxed and happy that she has used her time wisely. 

Jayne choose not to go with her gut reaction and is feeling relaxed and positive.

My Love

​My love is not of the springtime

Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs

Rising sap and sprouting leaf


My love is not of the summertime

Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air

Hot wind, heating the skin


My love is not of the autumn 

Falling leaves, rain and cold wind

Hot and cold alternately 


My love is of the winter

Sharp sparkling frost warmed by the rays of the gentle sun

Cold outside but inner warmth sitting by the cracking flames

My love is a product of all the seasons

Heady lust  has settled

Looking for new pastures has waned

Now the warmth of friendship, the bond of trust

Shared dreams, laced with humour and trust.