Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 30
October 22, 2024
SLURPS: a haiku
Classical music
Hides a multitude of slurps
Let’s pick our battles.
October 21, 2024
WEATHER FORECAST
Spontaneous displays of late season semi-nudity in Catalunya today, encouraged by capricious sun-rays and a breezy jigsaw sky.
Expect flashes of soft flesh quivering with delight in last season’s gaping bikinis.
Inverted tummies and shocked expressions inevitable on pool ladders as water temperatures plummet.
Intermittent pshhhhs of sunscreen highly encouraged.
Wish you were here.
October 20, 2024
POETREE
I bought a tree from Peggy,
She said it would bear fruit,
A fabulous variety,
To help dispel my blues.
I placed it in my garden
And waited for its crop.
I prayed the tree might hurry
As I felt quite out of sorts.
One morning some weeks later,
I peered outside and gasped.
My tree shimmered with coloured cards
On every single branch!
I went to fetch my ladder,
And scrambled up my tree,
I picked a sparkling pink card
And opened it to read.
The card contained a poem,
About a little girl
Who gave away her happy,
To brighten the sad world.
I found a wicker basket
To harvest all the cards
Read poetry for hours
And felt my spirits soar.
Every single morning,
New poems adorned my tree,
Soon I had so many
My grin tickled my ears!
I filled a bag with poems
And set off down the street,
Giving everyone I met
Some of my tree’s magic poetry.
All year my tree keeps giving
Gifts of poetry for the soul.
I share its gorgeous bounty
With the people of the world.
October 19, 2024
GIRL TALK
I spent the weekend at my friend’s,
She has a double bed!
We whispered late into the night
About things they might have said.
Who’s they you ask?
Well, it depends, we two are rather fickle,
Last month I crushed on Jamie Crew but then he got a pimple.
My friend she once liked Wolfgang Sprout
Until he liked me more.
The problem was he left me cold; he really was a bore.
We both agreed that Jim was cute, if only he’d grow tall.
As for Bob, to me he was the hottest of them all!
My friend and I are older now
We no longer need to whisper,
We stay up late with herbal tea
And giggle acapella.
Jamie Crew and Wolfgang Sprout?
We saw them recently!
Jamie Crew’s got wrinkles now,
No pimples, just a belly.
As for boring Wolfgang Sprout
He turned out rather well!
He worked in finance in New York
And rang some famous bell.
Bob is still a gorgeous guy
He’s kind and quiet and lovely,
He worked in pharmaceuticals,
On drugs that fix bad tummies.
My friend and I will never know
If those boys used to whisper
About us late into the night,
Wishing they were braver.
October 18, 2024
MY SPECIAL PLACE
Good afternoon!
How are you? I’m feeling a lot better, and hoping this medicine truly is the bomb! I don’t want to get too excited, but since I began taking it yesterday morning I’ve been fine. Shhhhh…! Don’t want to jinx it…
I had a wonderful Osteo/physio/massagy-magic treatment earlier with my favourite therapist ever. He’s amazing and I fell asleep while he was working on me and was bummed and very sleepy when it was over! I’ve written a poem, and it’s a bit of a meh super simple one, but whatever. It’s cute and harmless, about how I always feel happier when I’m in Spain. I’ve felt his way for decades, ever since the first time I ever went to Ibiza, back when my kids were really small. There’s something here that makes me smile more easily. Switzerland is beautiful, and I love my house there, but I feel lighter here. Do you have a special place? Do let me know.
Lots of love,
Cesca
October 17, 2024
QUICKSILVER: somebody that I used to know
Good morning!I'm in Spain! I made it! I decided on Tuesday to fly over here because on Monday I had a great Skype consultation with a gastroenterologist in Barcelona that I'd been supposed to see in person but had to cancel because I wasn't well enough to fly. But when on Tuesday morning I tried to get the medicine he prescribed, it wasn't available in Switzerland or France. So, I figured a change of scenery would do me good, and later booked the last seat on a flight to Barcelona the following day. And it was a great seat, too, right at the front, with more leg room.I was going to listen to my book on the plane, but instead I wrote a poem, inspired by someone on here (I'm so sorry but I can't remember who...) writing about the boys in her past. So I thought of a nice boy and wrote this. Will you write about nice boys (or girls) in your past? It's quite pleasant to think about! Only the nice ones, of course...Anyway, I made it over here, and my husband (he's been here 10 days) had picked up my meds, so I'm all set to get better! Hasta la vista, IBD!!Here's the poem. I hope you like it!Cesca xx
Quicksilver
Clooney’s cute wobble,
The charm all his own,
A dabbler in doobies
And probably more.
Quicksilver liaison,
Flash floods of lust.
Our passion palaver
Ignites the dance floor.
Fluorescent skinfare,
Nights in white swoons,
Delicious mornings,
Wild afternoons.
Sin sodden glances,
Star in his eye,
Compromised friendships,
Frissons galore!
October 16, 2024
THE BIG BUT
Good morning,You know this introduction to a slightly accusatory conversation. Happened to me yesterday. No biggie. Nevertheless, these things sting (and cling) when you're ultra-sensitive like me, so I had to kerpow-splat it with a poem. It's still clingering but it's its grip is loosening. And I still love her!!!Voila! No buts from me to you today, justLots of love,Cesca xxTHE BIG BUTYou know I love you,Say those who clear weedsBefore planting the BUT.Big but so what?Brace for turbulence.
October 14, 2024
PANDORA
Visceral niggles,
A sticky scab,
Unspoken semi-secrets that blackboard-scratch my bones.
I finger-flinch, choking on ancient debris.
Pandora is not my name,
I circle back yet again.
Maybe one day the phlegm will clear.
A MOTHER’S STRENGTH
Good morning,
A couple of weeks ago I met a wonderful woman with amber eyes. She had a soft, engaging demeanour, and I really connected with her. We spoke of many things, despite the noise level in the bar where there was live music being played, which was lovely, but made it hard to have a proper conversation with a person you’re meeting for the very first time.
We spoke about health of course, as people always tend to do when they reach their so-called golden years. Maybe they should be called wonky years, instead, although that wouldn’t be quite so lyrical, I suppose. Nevertheless, at the moment, as far as I’m concerned, “wonky” seems more fitting. But whatever. I wish us all PURE GOLD!
Like me, this woman is “in the wars” as my Nana used to say, but she didn’t dwell on her own problems too much, despite having cancer. Instead, she spoke of her daughter who is a few years older than mine, and who has breast cancer. After a couple of chemotherapy treatments, her daughter felt so awful that she decided to pursue alternative methods to fight the cancer, so she and her mother have been travelling to different countries, seeing alternative therapy cancer specialists.
My heart went out to her, and to her daughter of course (who wasn’t there, I think she lives in the UK). This woman’s beautiful gaze has stayed with me, and this morning, when I first woke up (I went back to sleep again for a while, it was very early…), I wrote a Haiku for her. I believe it will also resonate with the vast majority of mothers, because we will always find hidden reserves of strength to help our children.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love
Cesca xx
A Mother’s Strength
Her amber eyes brim
with fatigue, fear and sadness.
Yet her heart still roars.
October 12, 2024
NOTHING, REALLY
Today is nothing,
Really.
Just a log fire laughing at raindrops,
The tickling smell of freshly baked cake,
A ball of blue wool becoming a sweater,
An elegantly bored cat,
A blushing maple tree serving treats to giddy birds.
Today is nothing,
Really.
But it is so much more than enough.
