I wake to
the scrape of the snow shovel
below my window,
and the rumble of
the plow on the road.
The air is white
with winter
now.
I wake to
the scrape of the snow shovel
below my window,
and the rumble of
the plow on the road.
The air is white
with winter
now.
They lie
across my lids
stuck like caterpillars
Coyly magnifying
each magnificent blink,
each flirtatious flutter,
adding power to each
sultry glower,
Prepare prey
to be ensnared,
enter and be
rendered helpless,
as I flash
these false
eyelashes.
.
Today is hubby’s birthday, and I managed to get these lashes back on (last worn on my birthday, see photo above). They’re fun, but they sure feel weird! 😉
The Americans
are gone.
The internet
is quiet.
Apparently,
Thanksgiving
really is about
face time.
How wonderful
to be thankful.
I haven’t had time to do another video poem in months, but here is a re-visit of my first one. lol This poem was written after a fantastically amusing night on Twitter with Diana and Outlander fans around the world. Hearing it still makes me giggle. Outlander the mini-series is filming! Next summer we’ll get to Sam being Jamie. The promo photos released are awesome!
It took a whole lot longer than I expected, but I managed to record a video, despite the objections of the dogs, the fact that apparently there is not enough light in my house to film a video at midnight for some reason, and the fact that YouTube no longer believes I am who I am, so I had to make a new channel!
I’ve been meaning to do this for ages, so I’m feeling quite accomplished! Today we were at a wedding, and I’m still a gilded lily, so what better time, right?
Since the most popular poem on my blog (by a LONG shot) is Dear Sam Heughan that is where I began. (If you haven’t read it you may want to. The Twitter debate at the end is entertaining). Anyway, here I am, in all my animated splendour!
Oh- sorry about the hair flipping. I didn’t…
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Counting words
ten at a time
twenty
thirty
Aiming for word count
three
thousand
words
345 down
2655 to go
Why can’t I ever
start writing
before eleven
p.m.?
This is absolutely delightful. Florence Baptist Temple in Burlington, Kentucky, USA sure put on a great show for their Singing Christmas Tree! These young men are quite awesome. In honour of the beginning of the Christmas season: Enjoy!
.
I thanked the cleaner
in the hotel wash room
for her good work, and the pride
the staff showed in keeping a wonderful
establishment pristine.
As I left the room
a lady following me said,
“That was very kind of you,
cleaners don’t hear that often enough.”
But she did not
say thank you
herself.