Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 22

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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MAYBE I’M AMAZED

An educated lady I follow on the internet

Writes weekly of

Amazement seeking

In beautiful

Lyrical

Offerings.

A wise old man I love

Expresses amazeballs

Everywhere

Every three wobbly step

In just three letters.

Wow!

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EGGSHELLS

You tiptoe around perfectionDesperate to shine.You fling yourselfHeadfirst into something,Because this time it might make you Proud enoughGood enoughBut you always end up feelingA Bit of A JokeI had a bit of a wobbly moment last night. I'm guessing this wobble will resonate with lots of people. I'm tired, and I'm sore (and here was I thinking hurray, no more pain! Foiled again) and I'm a bit stressed about being sore and I'm waiting for more test results. And, of course I'm tired, it's that time of the year, and the world is burning upside down while waving an open petrol can in the air.But I admit that these thoughts have followed me around for as long as I can remember. Never enough. I know. I'm supposed to do things like stand in front of the mirror and tell myself I'm enough and that I love myself. Does it work? Really? Still waiting! I love myself WAY WAY more than I did a year ago. Which is easy, since I don't think I've ever been so terrifying low. I don't know about you, but I find these thoughts and feelings incredibly difficult to voice with my husband and family. Even if I'm proud of having written over 300 poems this year, and to be in the process of putting a book of poetry together with my daughter, who will do some illustrations. But this "enough" thing? Why is it so hard to be "ENOUGH"? Yes, there's social media and all that jazz. But back when I was in high school there was no social media, and I still had same same but different thoughts. I guess we all did. Some didn't seem to show as much. I don't know!So yeah, I had a bit of a wobble last night and wrote this in bed on my phone.But today is a gorgeous day, and I'm so lucky, and I'm meeting someone I've met here on Substack in Girona this afternoon and I'm going to show her around that lovely little town!That will be enough for today.Thanks for reading.Cesca xx BUY ME SOME ENOUGH (is there a perfume?)

GRUMPY BONES

It was so pretty early this morning. However it was minus one.

My heart smiles at the icy-white dawn,

At the steam rising from the lake

While a rococo sunrise banishes the ghost of a full moon

Beyond the snow-capped Pyrenees.

 

My bones, however, are less poetically inclined.

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