When pool stands still and stagnant Little thrives bar toxic stench Life stifled in that moment Apathy entrenched And resistance festers silently Motivation all abates While hope that soon movement will come With bated breath awaits
Yet over time if nothing happens The clench of all that’s wrong Suffocates with the grim reaper Singing out his bidding song And ruin wreaks a mockery Runs naked through the air As hope drips through the grates of death Wrung out in sheer despair
I’m a curtain hook thief Though I’ll pretend I am not Until caught all red handed And in a tight spot! Yet what is a cat To do all day long Bar create havoc and mischief Take what doesn’t belong Be it hooks or an item And cause disarray Under the guise of great fun And all part of cat play!
One thing I have always been committed to is giving my children unconditional love. Loving them with all my heart absolutely without question through the good and bad times. I believe they each know that and I pray that they are uplifted by that because when that love is missing in a child’s life, or when love comes with conditions or is withheld or replaced with ostracism, or it’s benefaction is a consequence of a child fulfilling a parents request rather than being the bedrock of the relationship unconditionally, the fallout leaves an unfortunate legacy for a lifetime. For love is not a neatly packaged commodity that only comes out when everything goes well. True love weathers the storms and perseveres through thick and thin. It doesn’t barter. It doesn’t trick. It seeks truth and holds fast in sunshine and in rain.
If we assimilate opinion From sources of similarity Then opinions will be influenced By the views these sources see. But if we broaden our horizons Or acknowledge our own dearth, Then new perspectives on our opinions Will subsequently be unearthed And as such these new opinions Whether they shift or stay the same, May then recognise the bias That exists in what we claim. For a forged opinion may come out of What we know or think we know. But these notions in all fairness May be flawed or need to grow! And thus whilst knowledge, by definition, Maybe true, it may be wise To recognise that opinion’s truth values Come in more than just one size.
I saw a meme comparing development to popcorn and thought that resonates so it got ‘poemed’ (is that even a word? 🤣)
My practice has always put the person first working outside expectation and curriculum with person-centred care and support. In other words your agenda – your pace whatever age! I just wish that was the way right from early on.
I don’t think you can ever get bored looking out of a window. The scene changes minute on minute from the lighting to the colours to the moods. An ever changing gallery when we stop to look past the familiar to the wonders around us and enjoy every observation. So good for the soul.
A little bit of sun can really lift the spirits. And to celebrate her appearance today, here’s a Spring tanka. Tanka is a style of poetry similar to Haiku but based over 5 lines with syllable counts of 5,7,5,7,7. Why not have a go at writing one and share it with me.
Ginz and Tonic started life as a year long challenge from June 2013 to June 2014 to write a poem a day to raise awareness of arrhythmias and syncope. Since then it has evolved. Filled with poems, musings and a bit of prose, I hope you find it a tonic in your day and enjoy your visit.