This isn’t my usually thought out poem for Lyrical Sunday. I love the theme Cyndi has set, of ‘Between’ for ‘Lyrical Sunday’ – so many great possibilities came to mind. Unfortunately I feel terrible this morning. I tried to get out in the sunshine, but it was a disaster. I just need to let go…
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Lyrical Sunday | BLUE
Blue like my grandparents twinkling eyes – Forget-me-knots, blue-bells and summer skies. Blue like Paua shell, on the sandy shore – Blueberries, oceans and the TARDIS door. Blue like veins, seen running under pale skin – Royal Blue. Union Jack. Ties me to my kin. Blue of Scotland and my mother’s eyes – Lavender, rosemary…
Lyrical Sunday | Poem on Parenthood
P is for Patience, that every parent wishes they had more of. A is for Analysis of sleepless nights, developmental phases & disturbing behavior. R is for Remembering, Rewards and trying to parent without Regrets. E is for Empathy, Endurance & happy Ever After. N is for No, Naughty & Never going back. T is…
Lyrical Sunday: Numbers
It’s a strange thing to be aware at ten of wanting to slow down time, when most of my peers couldn’t wait for it to race by. I still wanted to play Indians in the copse near my house, take off on adventures, climb trees, build dens & jump ditches. At fourteen I had to…
Photo A Day MAY | My Kitchen!
My kitchen is a place of experiments, play dough, chalk scribbles, arts and crafts. It’s a place of baking and breakfasting, preparing and cleaning. It’s seen days of babes being washed in the sink – and water splashed in a flood over the floor. Games of ‘sink and float’ in baking bowls – and flour…
Week in the life | Friday & Things I’m Loving
It’s been a strange week of documenting every slice of life for ‘Week in the life‘ – but great to reflect and observe our life too. Today it’s raining. I’m tired. Alice was awake for a couple of hours in the night (again) – over stimulated probably – late to bed (she’s making up for…
Daddy’s back & a ‘Run’ for Lyrical Sunday
We greeted Daddy at Wellington Airport, first thing on Monday morning. We knew he’d be tired from his travels – but we weren’t expecting him to be quite so burned out… There wasn’t much meat left on him – but he still managed to pedal a bike next to Sophie at the Fonterra Science Roadshow!…
Wild at Heart: Lyrical Sunday
‘Wild at Heart’ The house physically sways, like a tree in a storm. Wooden beams, made to flex in an earthquake, take the force. The tin roof magnifies the sound of every broken branch, twisted with the whistle of the wind. I’m glad of the refuge that is my home. The comfort of wind chimes…
A poem for my mother & my mother-in-law xx
Take a walk with me, and see what I see. The early autumn sun casts its shadows – yet the sweet breath of summer lingers on, in my home, near the bay, balanced on hills. Sweet peas I still find in my garden fine. I inhale their scent; too soon they’ll be gone. Memories of summer…
Lyrical Sunday: Women
I am a woman who… Worries, washes & wishes, Ovulates & has obligations, is – Maternal & married. Is both – Affectionate & affected, by – Nourishing her nestlings to womanhood. © Sarah Lee, 2012 ____________________________ Linking up with… Lyrical Sunday at Latte Junkie’s blog
Lines
Say ‘lines’ and I think washing line and lines on my face. Say ‘lines’ to my six year old and she says – ‘They’re everywhere Mummy! Everything has a line!’ I think, ‘Thick and thin, zig-zags, straight and curved.’ Lines drawn on paper and etched in the sand. Lines painted on the grass, to mark…
Lyrical Words on a Tuesday
‘Lyrical Sunday‘ theme is ‘Words’ over at Latte Junkie’s blog this week. As inspiration she included this powerful video, which really took my breath away for a moment (and left me wordless): How to follow that?! Ah well I’m a good sport damn it, and my brain needs a workout, so here goes… Words are…
Lyrical Sunday Theme for Week 26: Adventure
Charlotte observed her little sister Alice having an adventure in her paddling pool boat this week (a rare mid-winter outdoor water play session!). She put together a photo collage and poem, using Picasa, without any assistance from me. She challenges us to… ‘Write a poem about adventure or share a poem you’ve read, a story…
Solstice – New life after the longest night: Lyrical Sunday
The longest night, many moons ago, Was bitter cold, with snow on distant ranges. I wrapped my arms around my swollen middle, Overly expectant. I gazed up at the blanket sky, Dazzled with star light, Wondering when my new life would begin. Stirring deep within my womb, Full of life against the winter gloom. As…