Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 53
February 23, 2024
MADE
Badu, on a bedcover I made (crochet)
Made: a tiny poem on the satisfaction and fun of creating
Look what I made!
What do you think?
How do you like it?
Would you give it a grade?
And if you did
Would the grade be good?
And if it wasn’t
Would I think that it should?
Would it affect me
Stop me making more?
Would I feel stifled
Like I have in the past?
Right now I’m so happy
Creating all these things
Writing these poems
Has given me wings
My words give me freedom
To go anywhere
To be anybody
Live my own love affair.
February 22, 2024
THOUGHTS
A Poem: Return to the Light
Dark thoughts
Bad dreams
Guilty feelings
Unease
Fatigue
Stressed out
No sleep
Can’t eat
Outside
Sublime
Within
No shine
Tears fall
Useless
Seek help
Therapy
Chemistry
Mystery
No shame
No blame.
Climb back up
Welcome back
To myself
And relax
Seek your joy
Don’t hold back
Take good care
Of your life.
February 21, 2024
CITY
City: A slightly cheeky tiny winter poem!
Is it this way?
Is it that?
I’m not good with Google maps
Where’s the subway? Are you sure?
I’m too hot.
My feet are sore.
Miro museum, sure why not?
Ooh but look at that nice shop.
Just five minutes on the floor?
Oh my God I want it all!
Why don’t you just wait right there,
While I buy new underwear.
Where’d you go?
Where are you?
Oh, I knew you’d need the loo!
Am I done?
Well no, not quite.
The dress I’m trying on’s too tight.
Same in blue,
Next size up?
I love that pantsuit, it’s so sweet.
Can’t decide…
Buy them both!
Later I’ll be chop suey!
Makeup counter
Bobbie Browne!
They don’t have this in my town!
New mascara, blusher too.
Ten years younger? Oh, thank you!
Better go,
We’re hungry now!
How about tapas by the sea?
City outing, good champagne
I guess Miro’s down the drain!
SHORELINE
Proof of courage!
SHORELINE: tiny winter poem just for fun
Aqua Blue
Chilly breeze
I want to
How’ bout you?
Do we dare?
I’m not sure
In a bit
First let’s talk.
Bright red towels
Whipped-up hair
Salty lips
Happy friends
Looks so nice
Shall we go?
Will that man
Snap a photo?
Yes he will!
Oh how nice!
Go right in!
Ooooh it’s like ice!
Jump around
Make some sound
Wave our hands
My boobs bounce
It’s quite nice
Once you’re in
Not for long
Just a little swim
Winter shoreline
Northeast Spain
Very soon
I’ll be back again
February 19, 2024
KINDRED: a tiny winter poem for someone wonderful
Victoria
Kindred: by Francesca Bossert
Your wiggly walk
That gorgeous smile
Our carefree banter
Through endless night.
Giggles with Goldie
Naughty smokes
Silly photos
Avocado toast.
Christa in Carouge
Valerie too
Midnight Dancing
Level 42.
Moulin a Danse
What shall we wear?
Who will we dance with?
D’you think he’ll be there?
Office crushes
John Valentine
Local rock stars
Too much wine.
Doctor in the duvet
Peekaboo!
What does he look like?
Ooh good for you!
My blue-eyed lawyer
With thick black hair
We smooched in your apartment
You said, “Go get a room!”
Our kindred spirits
Connected through the years.
My solar powered girlfriend,
Ibiza’s creative queen.
February 18, 2024
BELIEF
Belief: by Francesca Bossert
I before E,
Never came naturally to me.
Everyone Else bigger better faster stronger
Than spontaneous freestyle-minded me.
But these days when I play with words
Belief exceeds insecurity.
Silencing the cacophonies
Of past cerebral incivility.
*******
(Photo of Leo, who is no longer with us, but like my Nana, unforgotten)
February 17, 2024
UNFORGOTTEN
Unforgotten
Jumping into traffic to catch my red balloon.
An English lady in Geneva
On the wrong side of the road,
Goodness gracious! Safe and sound.
Your powdery floral scent,
Lives in my memory.
Ponds cold cream on your dressing table.
The beaded glass mirror I so adored.
Swingball on the terrace during long French summers.
Seeking ponies in the New Forest.
Picnics and giggles by the brook.
Trips to Woolthworths for pony books.
Holidays just you and me.
Bournemouth shopping, trips to the sea.
Dallas, Abba, Auntie Bea.
My unforgotten Nana, Ann Connolly.
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#tinywinterpoem @bethkempton, prompt 5
February 16, 2024
SIREN
(not me in the photo!!)
Tiny Winter Poem, Prompt 5, today the word is :
SIREN
Remember me?
The siren on the silver screen?
Not the blonde one with the bubble,
The dark one with the bedroom eyes,
Constantly in trouble.
I’m older now,
All silver grey.
My bedroom eyes no longer say,
Hey hon, come dance with me.
They’d rather read with a cup of tea!
February 15, 2024
SEARCHING
Me, in spring 2021, with my wonderful Dominic.
Tiny Winter Poem, day 4, written in less than ten minutes, prompt by Beth Kempton. The word today:
Searching
I woke one day knowing I must release frustration,
Let go of what used to be a given,
A passion performed daily with ease.
Stop my mind’s frantic whirling,
Searching for a way back to my younger days,
To my pre-injured days,
To days filled with horses,
With conversations about horses,
With friends with horses.
With horses horses horses.
Face the truth or sit with sadness.
Find another purpose.
Reinvent myself, reignite a former passion.
Spend days with words instead of horses.
My two passions now play together on the page.
My body feels the familiarity of horses as my fingers canter on the keys.
My heartbeat accelerates, thrilled by
A new story enriched by a lifetime of colourful experiences,
As well as trauma, loss, regret.
In this new version of myself,
Initiated by both searching and not searching,
I find fulfillment.
Once more at peace.
February 14, 2024
NEARLY
Tiny Winter Poem number 3, prompted by Beth Kempton. Written in just a few minutes. The word today is:
NEARLY
The recurring nightmare of my nearly,
Reminds me of how lucky I was to find you on my path.
Behind that door,
That day.
Your eyes,
My eyes.
My blue dress.
Your box of coloured pencils put to such improbable use!
The flutter, the immediate knowing.
Thirty-seven years later,
You remain my Valentine.
I love you.
