Showing posts with label Biba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biba. Show all posts

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Only Ones

Shy Periwinkle
'Whatever' said Biba, and she was only young.
My favourite flower, my favourite grand-daughter, and my only Mr Magoo 
who disappeared and is greatly missed. 
 Look closely into his eyes and you will see my fear.

My fear is is also yours who are bound to others by love, 
both natural and inappropriate, 
and to whom I offer my thanks for being here.

Poetry is funny stuff is it not?  Can the above lines be dismissed as a badly constructed poem - with a rhyme to attempt confirm its status?  Probably.   But it was written as prose and a sincere message to my friends.    Inappropriate love has been hinted at recently (below), but what about this feeling many of us have for the creatures that we share space with - or allow us to share their space?   

This sentiment was made for poetry, because prose does not allow us so readily to 'feel' the meaning of words written to be 'understood'.   It is sad - pathetic - inappropriate, is it not, to be so attached to animals?  I bet we (you) don't think so.  Let me know anyway.  As in a  comment below - even the stressed, stretched, and serious among you! 

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Thursday, February 5, 2009

The baby Castor tree lost two leaves in recent storms. Yes, well, they were about 40cm across, so for a baby it was something. Almond and other blossoms all over the place, warm in the sun, but 3 feet of snow would be nice too. I am going out now to take a birthday picture for Biba Awsome who was 2. on the 3rd. late, but not as late as the news was 2 years ago! Hmmff.

Oh! Godie, you are a one an' no mistake. Freezing Europe, deep snow everywhere, letting the poor humans think global warming(!) is their fault. Created 'em in your 'own image' you did, then accidentally forgot to leave instructions about good and evil and so on. OK, tell me this - whose fault was the previous ice age then? Were the dinosaurs getting too big for their boots, eh?

Hey! Love your site www.thefinalhour.blogspot.com When we're all gone from the face of the earth, won't be your fault will it? Oh! no.