(this is a poem I wrote last year but forgot to press the "publish" button)
Comfort sounds like an old jazz standard or a friendly conversation through the screen door.
It is the turning pages of a book or slippered footsteps on the wooden floor.
Comfort looks like a patchwork blanket and my comfy woolen socks.
It is a sun-dappled lane through the orchard and coloured crayons in a box.
Comfort tastes like buttered toast and salted brazil nuts
It is the little wooden spoon that comes with icecream in a tub
Comfort is lemons and burlap and paper and cork
It is caramel and the ocean and a home-roasted pork
Comfort is corduroy and a cat sleeping in the sun
Comfort is hugs and home and being loved by someone.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
In Drought
I'm not thirsty
I have a place to sleep
I've clothes to wear
I have enough to eat
But I'm in drought
I lack
I am falling... falling back
Back to front
Up and down
Wheels spinning
But never turning 'round
And I'm in drought
All my water's
Seeping through the cracks
Cracks in walls
That are falling down
Losing shelter
Losing ground
Cuz I'm in drought
I lack
I'm no longer... intact
I have a place to sleep
I've clothes to wear
I have enough to eat
But I'm in drought
I lack
I am falling... falling back
Back to front
Up and down
Wheels spinning
But never turning 'round
And I'm in drought
All my water's
Seeping through the cracks
Cracks in walls
That are falling down
Losing shelter
Losing ground
Cuz I'm in drought
I lack
I'm no longer... intact
Sunday, April 6, 2014
THE CIRCUS
In the spotlight he demands attention
The
light may blind him but you’d never know
He
introduces death-defying action
And
juggles our amusement as we go
The
lion’s mouth is opened up and ready
The
elephants and dancing bears stand by
The
trapeze artists wait their invitation
To
thrill us and to chill us as they fly
CHORUS:
The
Ringmaster knows the secrets of the dark
The
Ringmaster smiles, sending terror through your heart
He
commands the circus, forging magic friends and foes
The
Ringmaster sees; the Ringmaster knows
Step
right up get ready to be astonished
As
we walk upon the dark intriguing path
Towards
the clowns in cars and clowns in cannons
But
it’s the clown that is in tears that makes us laugh
CHORUS:
The
Ringmaster knows the secrets of the dark
The
Ringmaster smiles, sending terror through your heart
He
commands the circus, forging magic friends and foes
The
Ringmaster sees; the Ringmaster knows
END
Song written
by Donna Holmes - March, 2014
Performed
at Open Mike & Donna - April 1, 2014
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