‘Tween Winter and Summer Spring Sings Hello

candied orange peel toffee apple red
colours drift to ground casting autumn aside

gloom of winter darkened days
scattered shadows dissipate
frozen morns forgotten goodbye to
nights crispiness as it migrates
for another year

a new season has begun swaying harmony
blossom creaminess caresses the perfumed
breeze floating downwards laying natures carpet
beneath my feet soft blades invite themselves
between my toes spring shows her calling card

scented flowers rainbow from the earth
accompany shy buds eager to display confidence
trees dressed in petalled outfits snuggle leaves
to waken
light of spring holds till late no shadowy clouds spoil
and daffodil trumpets herald the sun to

vibrantly dance

romance smiling faces sun kissed lovers
stroll energised hand in hand

bees buzz
cats purring stretch lazily in sunny alcoves
eggs crack new born feathers break out

to spread their wetted wings
foals unsteady feet
greet the world in warmth on lush and
grassy knolls whilst
deers bend to nuzzle nose of young
hidden amongst forest verdurous
Spring permeating..perfumed..perfection


Open and welcome critique please

Written for http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/20/poetics-spring/

Five Sentence Fiction Challenge Empty

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: EMPTY

like the vase that holds no flowers
the bottle of scotch in the bin
the photo frame that held the happy picture
the photo I tore away, that was encased in wood

A nothingness remains…’empty’ like the tree stripped of its leaves


For Five Sentence Fiction


Valentines Day..is it really?

It is 10:20pm the close of Valentines Day here in Australia…well for this little Rambly anyway.

At work 2 ladies received flowers (I told Mr. S not to bother) though yes a little part of me secretely wished he had, but I can’t really say why, just to compete with those that did I think. The 7 women in my workplace all had that look of ‘Oh they are for me I know they are and the look of disappointment when the courier said for ‘blagh blagh’. Yes they cast slightly green eyes in their direction, except for me as I told Mr S ..NO.

We I don’t celebrate this day so much here, as in other parts of the world.
It’s a number…. the number 14.
“The number fourteen signifies the unexpected and your need to adapt to ever-changing circumstances”… well I didn’t get flowers and I should be ok with that? (no it’s not spam-a-licious) it’s me writing.

We went out for dinner, I had a Fishermans Basket or for us equals out there a Fisherwoman’s Basket…flounder, prawns, calamari, salad and chips. Mr. S had Spaghetti Cabonara. I had wine, he had a beer.

We talked about the Car Saga (yes it continues) we talked about the situation at work (yes that still continues). Then we came home. I went onto the computer to answer my comments and do a post which is this, he’s upstairs watching TV or reading some SCIFI thing on his Kindle…. ah true romance, but I’m ok with that… ain’t Valentines Day just spiffy!

There are the for’s and against’s for Valentines Day.
I’m leaning towards the against – please don’t be angry.
The argument which reins supreme is why do we need to celebrate our love for one another on a “Special Day” of the year. Hmm obviously we hate each other’s guts every other day and the 14 of February is when we get to play nice.

Flowers, cards, lingerie (if you get the wrong size ..are you in deep… ), a years subscription to a golfing mag, all manner of gifts, either from our loved one or an unknown admirer (ie: the one who hasn’t got enough b….s to shower you with gifts at any other time of the year) are bestowed. For the women they are just to shy, as they don’t have …. well you know.

Am I being a little harsh? Perhaps.

Most of these ‘Days’ are invented for the sole purpose of money making.
Apparently it VD (sorry Valentines Day – it really has nothing to do with Venereal Disease) dates back to the 3rd Century AD with Saint Valentine, of course he was big into the money making scandals, making his own Hallmark cards, picking weeds, as roses weren’t around then, going out to slay the nearest animal for it’s fur etc etc.
Another theory dates to the Roman Festival called Lupercalia, with some god of fertility. I’ll leave that well enough alone.

To those that truly believe … I wish you all a beautiful day.

For the ladies
May you receive flowers and a hand written card (from the one who loves you not the Florist down the street)
May you be spoilt with lingerie, or jewellery, or a dinner out or home cooked.
May you have a bath run for you (if you like baths)
May you have time to be yourself with your man (without any little rodents running round your feet).

For the men
Do the right thing or you will live to regret it.

Over and out from the Rambly Woman.


What will they say when I’m gone


What shall be written
when I pass from this earth?
what words etched in stone
‘bove the place where I’ll rest?

Who shall write them
who shall decide?
the day when my time comes
the day that I die

Will I be remembered
for selfless love?
will I be known for
making you laugh?

Will I be missed
for the help that I gave?
will I be content
as I sleep in my grave?

Will family cry
and miss who I was?
will friends shed a
tear.. simply because?

Will rain fall and hit
the casket that lowers?
or will the sun shine
touch the wood and the flowers?

Tears weeped of sadness
the loss of a soul
pain in the hearts
just remember me well

I did all I could in the
life that I led
I was a woman, a wife
a mother and yet..

I wish tears of happiness
to flow down your cheeks
tears that I ‘did right’
did all that I could

My life will miss yours
I’ll remember your voice
the happiness shared
don’t grieve but rejoice

Set the butterfly free
watch it wing to the skies
yes I’ll truly miss you
but I’ve said my goodbyes

Some moments not proud of
many others that were
please smile as you lower me
this is what I’d prefer

I shall visit and lay fresh flowers down..Poetry of loss

I kneel upon blades of grass that are crisp and cold upon my skin

I wrap my arms around me tight & quiver against the wind

I lift my head to the dark sky above & shut my eyes tightly

And draw in a breath which makes my body shiver slightly


The rain starts to fall & hits upon my cheek

I wipe the drops of cold & wet away

My brow rubbed with back of hand

I bend my head to pray


I know that you aren’t with me

But I see you in my dreams

I beseech that you are peaceful

But my life is not as it seems


You think after so long,that I am happy?

How can you possibly understand

You are the one who enriched my life 

Why can’t I hear your laughter or gently take your hand


I long to hear your voice once more

Or to share your laugh & smile

I want to share these tears that fall

To say me living is worthwhile


I shall visit & lay fresh flowers down

And shall talk & tell you of my day

And wish that you could answer me

I must pretend I can, let me have my way


So for now I lay fresh flowers down

And reverie of what would have been

And caress & tend your grave each day

Inhale deep, with eyes shut tight & dream


But wait I can see your beautiful smile I hear you speak my name 

I feel the ring you place upon my finger, a simple band of gold

To have & to hold from this day forward our love was ours to claim

To wed & live together young & then to die together old


But for now I lay fresh flowers down

Courtesy Google/funeralsofcompassion.com

Courtesy Google/funeralsofcompassion.com



Keeping the romance..

I have learnt whilst blogging that your Title can mean you get read or left on the shelf  – I have no clue what will happen with this one 🙂

Losing love in a relationship/marriage and what the heck can we do about it?

The Movie – Hope Springs – The Actors the brilliant Meryl Streep and Tommy Lee Jones promoted me to write this.  Probably not a movie for the 20- 30 year old bracket, unless of course you are already in a similar relationship.

So this is why I thought I would blog my thoughts to the men and also the women. How many books are written on relationships? How many seek counselling to find their way back to the relationship they once had with their partner, and how many of you decide it’s all too hard to try? Finally how many of you just fall ‘out of love’?

It can be the smallest of actions that help us in relationships, but you have to WANT to try those small things. Yes, from our teens to probably our 40’s we couldn’t get enough of everything physical. Some younger readers of this blog are probably even grimacing at the thought of people in their 40’s and beyond actually ‘doing it’. Reality check – we do!

As we get older though our relationships take on a different kind of intimacy. We aren’t hell bent on hitting the sack every 5 minutes as in our youth, and we are settled and happy with sharing a different kind of closeness. The closeness of your partner who is also your friend, who you can share conversations about everything and anything with and with whom yes the physical side is still there but probably not as often.

Share the tiny things.

Reach out and grab your partners hand when you are walking together or sitting on the couch. Pay that compliment when they are dressed nicely, even if you have seen them wear that outfit a hundred times before. Tell them how handsome, attractive, sexy,beautiful they look. Spontaneously cup their face in both hands and kiss them or even just smile.

Listen when they speak to you, don’t get glassy eyed when they come home tired from work and need to vent. Really take an interest in what they have to say. Show them that you know you are listening by commenting on what they have said. If they do housework for you without being asked – thank them. In fact manners can help a relationship – don’t let them feel they are being taken for granted. We all want to be appreciated.

So many women get frustrated with their partners because they are usually working full-time and must come home to cook dinners or see to the kids, or shop etc. Resentment can build so quickly – nip it in the bud. All it takes (men are you listening) is to offer to help or even JUST DO. Don’t wait to be asked – grab that mop and bucket or vacuum cleaner. It may seem insignificant or trivial but it isn’t. Ladies offer to mow the lawn,wash his car, put the bins out? We want to be treated as equals but feel that there are jobs that are designated only to men, yet we would love them to help us out with our ‘female’ chores.

Women withhold sex – it’s a punishment we have devised over time

Our reasoning is  “You don’t appreciate me’  “You don’t know how hard I work”  “You never offer to help me”

“All you think about is what you want”  So why in gods name would we ‘put out’ – ‘have sex’ or want any kind of personal intimacy with you!

Hands up how many women have thought this? Hands up how many men have an idea that this is the reason they don’t want to go to bed with you?

Resentment – vindictiveness – disappointment – stubbornness..ahh tis a vicious circle indeed.

We know men and women are from different planets (I’m sure you have all read the book) man goes into his cave – women want to talk about it.

With each relationship we learn.

With every relationship we enter into, we learn something different. When we enter a new relationship we have to draw from those in the past to guide us in what we should or shouldn’t do with our new one. We have all had our hearts crushed and broken seemingly beyond repair to the point we feel there is no one else out there for us, only to find (perhaps not just around the corner) but pretty damn close that there is someone else.

And when you find that someone – the one who is your friend and also your lover (whatever age) they are worth holding to. We can’t make the same mistakes we did in the past, to flourish means to nurture.

Remember it’s the small things not necessarily the large that help our relationships.

Spontaneity is loved by females (I’m sure I’m not only talking about myself here)  – and I am sure males enjoy acts of kindness and being pampered without being asked. How good do we feel about our partner when they have helped around the house or the yard on their own accord?  Paid us a compliment or booked a romantic night or week-end away – a bunch of flowers for her or something that he would love? We feel EXCELLENT  – the key is not to let it slide – maintain it – continue it.

I’m not saying Life’s like a box of chocolates – Yep It ain’t  all peaches and cream and gooey eyes in our relationships, there are everyday battles for all of us.

We don’t have to have the Christian Grey – Anastashia relationship or the Kate and Arnold (Meryl Tommy Lee Jones) either… BUT –  Love can flourish – Intimacy can be preserved – it just takes s small amount of work..now hard can that be?

Yes the Movie inspired me to write this  blog and I would love to have any comments from those that may read it.

“AH YES HOPE SPRINGS”  and PS I’m as happy in my relationship as pig in the proverbial (in case you wondered) 🙂