Lemon Tree Prophecy.

She got sick.

The lemon tree’s leaves withered
She went to the doctor.

We called in a tree surgeon
She started chemotherapy.

The surgeon lopped off diseased limbs
Her dry skin cracked. The new shoots withered
Her toes turned black. Cut down to a stump.
Prognosis negative. We dug up the roots

Now we wait...............................................!

Poems and Replies

My friend Ann has moved her blog, “At Home With Ann” to wordpress so I popped over there to have a look and found a bunch of poems that could have been ripped from the bleeding entrails of my soul.

If you can tear yourself away from the “penis peppers” and scroll down a bit you will find:-


Who knows

Conscience

Love or Lust

Moral Dilemma

After reading them I was prompted to leave the following poem as a comment.
Thank you Ann for being not only a friend but also a kindred spirit and an inspiration.

Tangled Imobility

Is it naive then to seek out the bright spots of colour?
Among the tangled bracken of past mistakes.
If I spot a wild and beautiful flower,
Should I pluck it from the ground?
Inhale its sweet aroma?
Hold it close to my heart?

Will it too wither like other blossoms of my memory?
To become another corpse in my compost of regrets.
If I pass on and leave it unexplored,
Will it not still become an error to abhor?
My heart reaches out; my mind stays the hand,
Frozen by inaction,
I become joy's executioner.

by Cathy

HESITATION

She stood forlornly on the rocks

the waves beckoning.
She concentrated her efforts

on reclaiming the sense of security
the solid ground had once engendered.
She contemplated the death of mermaids.
Wasn’t it better for your soul to become foam on the sea,
Rather than being a twisting knife of uncertainty

in your living flesh.

Sink or Swim

She hadn’t noticed the water rising,
cutting her off from the mainland.

Now she was trapped,

standing on a patch of rapidly shrinking solid ground.

The midday sun,
which had warmed her gently in the morning,
burned down fiercely
adding discomfort to fear.

Today she would learn how to swim or she would drown.

SOUND BITES

M. “You just said sizzling.”

C. “Bacon.”

M “Bacon and sausages and other stuff that sizzles?”

C. “Yes.”

M. “Now you’ve made me hungry
but I haven’t got anything that sizzles
unless I burn some soup.”

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Girl 1. “Men are like nail varnish.”

Girl 2. “Nail varnish?”

Girl !. “Sure, you don’t really need it but it’s nice to have.”

Girl 2. “ You wouldn’t want to wear the same colour all the time though.”

Girl 1. “ Acetone!”

LOST

Seeking answers,
Finding confusion.

.

Seeking comfort,
Embracing illusion

.

Seeking the future,
Losing the past.

.

Seeking stability,
Sinking fast.

.

Turning, ever turning,
So many questions burning,

.

Branding pain inside
Nowhere left to hide.

.

Impossible to stay,
Unthinkable to go.

.

No “right thing to do”
Family breakdown,

.

Catch 22.

WHOSE LIFE IS IT ANYWAY?

Her daughters sat at the table eating lunch.

In the same places they sat for every meal.

How would they feel about sitting at a different table,

in a different house, surrounded by strange furniture?

Speaking a strange language to strangers,

being foreigners.

What was more important?

Whose happiness mattered most?

She knew the answer…