Pretty little dishes adorn my table topsBrimming with soy sauce and capers, dangly earrings and hoops A sparkling mix of condiments and jewelleryReminiscent of so many heart-to-hearts floating across these surfacesTime to spark new conversations. Free verse, based on Little Dishes.
They were the perfect fitHugging tightly to my formBut now they sag and droop.I’m buried under a pile of undersSeeking new life for these errant synthetics. Free verse, based on Underwear.
toothstockpastebrushflossstashtube Based on Toothpastes.
Laquered and bejeweledMy many momento boxesAngels and Grandparents withinMedals and seaglassJourneys near and far emergeEach time I remove a tiny lid. Free verse, based on Little Boxes.
I have had a year long fling with pink. Not my usual colour love. But I gobbled it up this year. Obsessed with the many shades of pink. Friends showered me in soft and fluffy pastel pinks. I was immersed in this colour of love. Free verse, based on Pinks.
Pretty floral boxes, brimming with hats. Russian fox, bright exotic turbans, nifty Nordics Warm and woollie toques and fluffy ear muffs You can trace my life back through what I wore atop my head. Stories safely boxed in and held dear. I have great affection for this collection of collections. […]
Indian daybedWhere elephants wave and danceAmong the pillows. Haiku based on Pillow Covers.
The frames bring orderTo my precious memoriesCluster of love notes. Haiku based on Picture Frames.
Wandering through my pen drawerI happen upon my paper clipsA lifetime collection, all sizes, colours and shapesThe standouts are the sturdy bulldog clips.Talk about attachments. Free verse, based on Paper Clips.
They’ve had quite the lifeThese pencils I’ve collectedSome are quite ordinary lengths, some well-used stubs.Others have flare, pencils disguised as pensOne has been carved from a giant twig.Oh the tales these pencils have told and have yet to tell. Free verse, based on Pencils.