Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 71
August 10, 2016
Beauty
Beauty pure
Delight my senses with your form
Sensuality flows
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.
August 9, 2016
August 7, 2016
Turbulent sea of Life
Bobbing on my raft, in the turbulent sea of life
Skimming through the vortices, paddling through the strife
Bouyed with life’s small joys, to keep me afloat
In the shelter from the storm, I weave threads of happiness to rope
To hold me safe, when my raft rocks and to give a glimmer of hope
I have my trusty keep net to catch life’s offerings
It holds all that is precious, discards the stones and stings
Bobbing on my raft through the turbulent sea of life
Finding happiness in the smallest things is a way to survive
Teddy Bear
Teddybear is sitting in the chair
Wondering what clothes to wear
Will it be an important day
Will she listen to a word I say
I have so much wisdom in my head
Time she was up and out of the bed
I share her secrets large and small
Cuddle and kiss her when shes had a fall
I need my breakfast same as you
Sausage and egg maybe toast too
I have to nag her to tidy the room
A bear wasnt made to wield a broom
I have to love her when shes down
Make her smile when she has a frown
I like to travel adventure and play
Hope we are off on a journey today
I secretly organise her life
Being in charge is kind of nice
I sit and smile and just pretend
To be a toy…when at the end
I am the one who keeps her sane
But never has to take the blame
Teddybear is sitting in the chair
Wondering what clothes to wear
Originally published in Caught in Passion
