Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 19

SUNSETS AND KUMBAYA, MY FRIEND

 

Years ago, in Ibiza, a man I adore sighed as the sun sank in a voluptuous show of eccentric extravaganza (Ibiza sunsets love to show-off).

 

“One more day, one day less,” my man-friend said, albeit in French, which of course sounded far more elegantly melancholic.

 

I remember startling somewhat, never having clocked sunsets in this way, never associating them with my mortality.

 

“Yikes,” yapped a little thought, as the neurones in the anxious part of my brain released a horrified gasp. “The guy has a point!”

 

Tonight, many years after that sunset, I lie on my bed watching the sky try on a thousand different shades before settling on a perfect velvet-black, with one silver star, like a diamond brooch, sitting in the spot just above my bare poplar tree (Girona winter nights are effortlessly chic like that).

 

“One more day, one day less”, I think wistfully, (albeit in French, because it really does sound better), while grateful for having spent this one-more-day in comfort, surrounded by love.

 

Maybe some deep-thinking clever clogs spiked my coffee with a giant glug of Kumbaya earlier, but bear with me and imagine if everyone, everywhere, revered other people’s sunsets.

What if the finite nature of our sunsets was spelled out to us – literally - every evening, from the moment we are born?

 

 “Un jour de plus en moins…”

 

Might we find more reverence towards each other if this became our prayer?

 

Carpe Diem De Luxe. De Luxe, because each day is special to each one of us.

 

Whisper it, over and over.

 

Sunsets and Kumbaya, my friend. Believe it, feel it, be it.

 

 

A BIT OF A BOTHER

If I invite you over,

Kind of last minute,

For chicken and sweet potatoes (previously pasta),

And you’d love to,

But reply that surely it’s a bit of a bother,

If I then say,

Oh, don’t worry;

You are nobody!,

Know that this is the biggest compliment I could ever pay you.

It means I love you so much that nothing could ever be too much of a bother.

You can also buy me a house in Ibiza if you like!

MY OCTOPUS FRIEND

I’m going to think of this Christmas surprise

As a tiny friendly octopus 🐙

I’m looking after for a little while.

Until he has to swim away down a hospital drain and join his friends in the sea.

Kind of like the time

My child

Set his goldfish free

Down the toilet.

Actually, my son wants another goldfish…

TAKE ME TO WHERE THE SMILING PEOPLE LIVE

When I go somewhere nice,

Where it’s pretty,

And the sun shines with enthusiasm;

Bonus points for dry stone walls of course,

And a view on something open and picturesque,

Not necessarily the sea,

And FYI

I don’t think the sea qualifies

As picturesque.

Anyway, I often think,

Ooh,

It would be kind of fun

To live here.

Especially if people wear smiles

More often than pouts.

And if there’s Bougainvillea, I’m there already.

Oh, the places I would buy!

I need lots of tips to buy pretty places!

oh, the places I would buy!

When I go somewhere nice,

Where it’s pretty,

And the sun shines with enthusiasm;

Bonus points for dry stone walls of course,

And a view on something open and picturesque,

Not necessarily the sea,

And FYI

I don’t think the sea qualifies

As picturesque.

Anyway, I often think,

Ooh,

It would be kind of fun

To live here.

Especially if people wear smiles

More often than pouts.

And if there’s Bougainvillea, I’m there already.

Oh, the places I would buy!

I need lots of tips to buy pretty places!

IN TIME

With time to wander

I wandered

Through cobbled streets,

Eyes in the sky,

Seeking gargoyles

And angels,

Amused by tourists screeching with delight

At a cathedral built over eleven centuries

Yet far more famous for a television series

Than for Hallelujahs.

I ONLY SAID I MAY

(Photograph by Pavel Nolbert on Unsplash)

 

I may slip into cold water today,

Let goosebumps write rude riddles,

And my face scrunch into all sorts of Jim Carreyings

As I squinch my body

Inch

          By

                        Screechy

                                                    Inch

 

Until…

 

And she’s off!

 

Oh, and she’s out…

 

 

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STICKY QUESTION

Cinnamon bun or

Cardamom bun for breakfast?

That was the question. 🎄

#CHRISTMASHAIKU

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FONDLY REMEMBERED

They looked very similar to these.

I time-travelled

Last night

Flying Air Bad Sisters

Following a glimpse of black boots.

Suede,

Ankle length, scalloped edges,

Two cute bobble side-buttons.

A once in a lifetime fluke of totteringly sexy and

astonishingly comfortable.

Last enjoyed circa 1980.

Fondly remembered.

PS: Bad Sisters is on Apple TV and is really good!

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SUGARBABE

Photo by Pietro De Grandi on Unsplash

Today

I eschew all

Word wizardry

And simply admire

The procession of gingerbread men

Elegantly elbowing their way

Into the waistline

Of my sweatpants.

 

You wouldn’t believe how happy I am.

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