Carpé-ing Diem.
Today, dreams left behind I fall awake,
still dozed I oust myself
out of dark-doldrums, pummeling eyes
and promise the sun to
visit new campion just birthing its buds
up on the heath.
Today I will reach heights above windy
ridges of mist and fill
both my hands with pocketed crumbs to
feed ragged robins
who before breeding sing as they flaunt
red with bold confidence.
Today, courting sweet Cornish morning
I shall go breakfastless
and match Tessa my dog in chasing her
make-believe meals
of dried seaweed, have some fun plying
beached gulls with cuttlefish
bone while taking leaps to the unknown
on thrift-covered clifftops.
Today I will sand-hop the cloud-shadows
of shifting grey and
voiceless give praise for this boisterous
paradise in which life
thrives, then carpe-ing diem I yawn, get
started and am away.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments2
I was with it all the way painting pictures in my mind - superb as always Fay. So looking forward to when the lychnis and campion grace our countryside once again. Although I see in the garden already I have polyanthas, crocus, snowdrops and hellebores blooming their little hearts out.
Well written and expressed Great write
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