A Poem for Thursday

The Sea and Life

You have to learn

   to time the waves.

Then jump

   at just the right moments

     to avoid being dragged under.

I found it difficult

   at first.

Then a rhythm emerged

   was it every seventh wave?

In between

   went swimmingly.

It has taken me

   a lifetime

      to time life's waves.

They say

   it comes in threes.

Why is there always

   a number?

Did someone

  work out the world

     in a maths lesson?

I'm hoping that this one will be acceptable to The Mag: Mag124...it definitely to do with water and the hope that I don't drown! Oh and a great prompt in the redon..I've always loved his dreamy work. Thankyou.

Magpie!

I'm following in Ember's footsteps this year and getting rid of one thing every day....so far so good.

Magazines from the year dot...one LBD too many and it had to go...
...how many handbags can I genuinely think are necessary for the different occasions in my life? some have to go!

Ohh! yes, I could go on and bore you even more...until you tutted at the lunacy of the collector, and her wilful ways...

But!

There are still areas of the house that I can't bear to consider as they are my worthless but magpie collections.

Forgive!

Not much of monetary value...just memories of Ireland ...children and grandchildren.

So

I'll just go and dig around in another drawer for a while...
...there's bound to be suitable throwing out or passing on materials in it!