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Monday

Published February 8, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

Rise up like a phoenix or a well baked souffle.

It’s the start of the week, a magic Monday.

It can be what you want, just open your mind

And your heart and your chakras if you’re so inclined.

Embrace what you’re given to deal with this day,

If life gives you lemons, whip up a sorbet.

Seek out the positives in all situations,

Enjoy the beauty of natures creations.

If someone is vexing then just walk away

Life is too fleeting for such mental affray.

So soar high like an eagle and just perhaps

You’ll have a good day and your souffle won’t collapse.

Daffodil

Published February 4, 2021 by Naomi Rettig

Daffodil

You are so brill.

Glistening gold,

Your petals bold.

Standing tall

Your trumpets call

‘Spring is here’

And squirrels cheer.

Yellow troops

Mustered in groups,

Dancing wild,

My eyes beguiled.

Glorious.

Victorious.

Giving glee,

Joyous and free.

A Gothic Hamster Ate My Toast

Published December 27, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

A gothic hamster dressed in black

Crept to my kitchen for a snack,

Dark eye liner and backcombed fur

Hiding in shadows, a sinister blur.

I woke up for a midnight feast

Unaware of this gothic beast.

I made some toast, switched the kettle on,

When I turned to eat it, the toast was gone.

Had I lost the plot? Out of my mind?

I scanned the room and what did I find?

A little gothic hamster quite engrossed,

Dropping crumbs on my floor, scoffing my toast.

I coughed to interrupt him, he stopped and looked my way,

His eyes grew wide, he quivered, and he started to sway.

I crouched down low, smiled at him, whispered all was great

He cried and smudged his eyes, sorry for what he ate.

I dried his tears, cuddled him, told him all was fine,

He could come and visit me any time to dine.

My Ideal Christmas

Published December 14, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

Calorie free chocolate that tastes oh so good,

A cosy log cabin hid away in a wood,

White fluffy snow that sparkles so bright,

Reading a book in soft candlelight,

Snuggling under a warm Christmas fleece,

Meditating quietly with inner peace,

Listening to carols as I close my eyes,

Avoiding temptation of cream and mince pies.

Seeing my daughter’s smile light up the room,

Chatting with friends via Facebook and Zoom.

A real open fire with flames dancing high,

The brightest of stars in a velvet sky.

A cat purring happily on my lap,

Luring me gently into having a nap.

A trampoline session to make me feel groovy,

Then feet up, relax, and chillout with a movie.

The gorgeous Judd Nelson waiting in bed

Covered all over with a marzipan spread.

Christmas Comfort

Published December 14, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

Gazing up at the sky on Christmas Eve

I wonder if we see the same stars.

I clasp my hands and imagine it’s you,

Squeezing three times to say I love you.

Physically far yet spiritually near,

When I know you’re here I have no fear.

I chat in my mind and know that you hear.

When I lose my way you guide and steer.

I’m never alone, Christmas and beyond.

Your joy, love, and hope comforts my soul.

I Remember You

Published November 11, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

A lonely poppy in a sea of blooms

You lie in silence in a meadow of tombs.

Leaving behind all your world you held dear

You trudged on to battles with courage and fear.

My freedom now is from your sacrifice.

I pray you’re at peace in a found paradise.

I can never repay all you are due,

I never met you, yet I remember you.

Reality and Illusion.

Published November 9, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

My mind is open, a vast empty vessel.

It’s a wonderful place where thoughts can nestle.

Illusion and facts cohabit side by side

Jostling for space to be my guide.

Delusion can lie to me, sell me it’s truth.

I trust what it spins me, I don’t play the sleuth.

Often it tells me I’m unloved and alone,

No one would mourn at my gravestone.

Illusions can dance in my mind all the time.

They can plunge me to depths or aid me to climb.

They can help me craft a calm tranquil space

To deal with life with kindness and grace.

I’d hide from reality, scared and afraid,

But I looked for my soul, I loved, and I prayed.

Now sorting my thoughts into fiction and fact

I’ve found the peace I always lacked.

There’s An Octopus In My Oatmeal.

Published October 21, 2020 by Naomi Rettig

There’s an octopus in my oatmeal,                                                   

Breakfast has now become quite surreal.

He told me his name is Clive the third

And was dropped in my porridge by a big yellow bird.

He’s small and squidgy, two inches high,

Purple and pink, a bloodshot left eye.

He tells me that he wants to go back,

Turns my porridge inky blue with a panic attack.

I fish him out and give him a hug.

Tentacles grip my thumb tight and snug.

He tells me he’ll love me forever

But if I don’t get him home he’ll kill me however.

I place him gently back in the bowl,

Contemplating his dark squiddy soul.

I fling him upwards into the sky

Hoping that yellow bird will fly by.